They are lyke vnto chyldrin syttyng in the marcked place, & cryenge one to an other, and saiynge: We haue pyped vnto you and ye haue not daunsed: we mourned to you, & ye haue not wept.
What helpeth it to geue a foole mony in his hand, wher as he hath no mind to bye wysdome?
The stretes of the citie also shalbe ful of yonge boyes & damoselles, playinge vpon the stretes.
And he went out about the .iij. houre, and saw other standing ydel in the market place,
And the Lorde sayed: Wherunto shall I lyken the men of this generacion, and what thinge are they?
For Ihon Baptyste came, neyther eatinge breade nor drincking wyne, and ye saye: he hath the deuyll.