TSK · Proverbs 22:15

Beholde, I was ingendred in iniquitie: and in sinne my mother conceaued me.

Chasten thy sonne whyle there is hope: and let not thy soule spare for his crying.

If thou smyte hym with the rodde, thou shalt deliuer his soule from hell.

Nurture thy sonne with correction, and thou shalt be at rest: yea, he shall do thee good at thine heart.

Among whom we all had our conuersation also in tyme past in the lustes of our flesshe, fulfyllyng the wyll of the flesshe, and of the mynde, & were by nature the chyldren of wrath, euen as other: