And yet, I sinned herein, O Lord God, the Creator and Disposer of all things in nature, of sin the Disposer only, O Lord my
God, I sinned in transgressing the commands of my parents and those of my masters. For what they, with whatever motive, would
have me learn, I might afterwards have put to good use. For I disobeyed, not from a better choice, but from love of play,
loving the pride of victory in my contests, and to have my ears tickled with lying fables, that they might itch the
more; the same curiosity flashing from my eyes more and more, for the shows and games of my elders. Yet those who give
these shows are in such esteem, that almost all wish the same for their children, and yet are very willing that they should
be beaten, if those very games detain them from the studies, whereby they would have them attain to be the givers of them.
Look with pity, Lord, on these things, and deliver us who call upon Thee now; deliver those too who call not on Thee yet,
may call on Thee, and Thou mayest deliver them.