'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.

Impertinence will intermeddle in things in which it has no concern, showing a want of breeding, or, more commonly, a spirit of sheer impudence.

We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within.

Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.

'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.

And took for truth the test of ridicule.

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.