leasure is, when time will permit, to go to their son, and to shew
him their great love and affection.

But the Daughter, which goes along with her Mother, is kindled with no
small matter of jealousie to see that her Brother puts her Parents to
so much charge, gets what he pleases, and that their minds are never
at rest about him. When she, on the contrary, being at home, is thrust
by her Mother into the drudgery of the house, or kept close to her
needle. Yet these are pacified with a fine lace, a ring, or some such
sort of trinkom trankoms; and then with telling them into the bargain,
when your brother comes home he shall keep the shop.

This the Father is in expectation of. And the son being come home,
gives a great Pleasure to his Father and Mother, by reason he speaks
such good Latin and Italian, and is so gentile in his behaviour: but
to look to the shop, he hath no mind to. Say what they will, talk is
but talk. All his desire and mind is to go to the University either of
Oxford or Cambridge. And although the Father in some measure herein
yeelds and consents; the Mother, on the other side, can by no means
resolve to it; for her main aim was, that her son should be brought up
in the shop; because that in the absence, or by decease of her
husband, he might then therein be helpfull to her. Besides that, it is
yet fresh in her memory, that when her Brother studied at Oxford, what
a divellish deal of mony it cost, and what complaints there come of
his student-like manner of living. Insomuch that there was hardly a
month past, but the Proctor of the Colledge, or the Magistracy of the
City must have one or other penalty paid them.

Now they try to imploy the son in the shop, who delights in no less
melody then the tune of that song: letting slip no occasion that he
can meet with to get out of the shop; and shew himself, with all
diligence, willing to be a Labourer in the Tennis Court, or at the
Bilyard Table; and is not ashamed, if there be hasty work, in the
evening, to tarry there till it be past eleven of the clock. What a
pleasure this vigilance is to the Father and Mother, those that have
experience know best. Especially when they in the morning call their
son to confession, and between Anger and Love catechize him with
severall natural and kind reproofs.

'Tis but labour lost, and ill whistling, if the horse won't drink.
What remedy? turn it, and wind it so as you will.

_The son his mind to study is full b