TSK · Proverbs 22:15

Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.

Chaste yi sonne whyle there is hope, but let not yi soule be moued to slaye hi.

Thou smytest him wt the rodde, but thou delyuerest his soule from hell.

Nurtoure thy sonne with correccion, and he shal comforte the, yee he shal do the good at thine hert.

amonge whom we also had oure conuersacion in tyme past in the lustes of oure flesh, and dyd the wyll of the flesh and of the mynde, and were naturally the children of wrath, euen as well as other.