by Isaac Watts (1674-1728)
Why should I join with those in Play, In whom I've no delight, Who curse and swear, but never pray, Who call ill Names, and fight. I hate to hear a wanton Song, Their Words offend my ears: I should not dare defile my Tongue With Language such as theirs. Away from Fools I'll turn my Eyes, Nor with the Scoffers go; I would be working with the Wise, That wiser I may grow. From one rude Boy that us'd to mock Ten learn the wicked Jest; One sickly Sheep infects the Flock, And poysons all the rest.