They are like unto the children sitting, in a market-place, and calling one to another, who say—We played the flute for you, and ye danced not, We wailed, and ye wept not.
Wherefore is there a price in the hand of a dullard? that he who is without sense, may acquire wisdom.
And, the broadways of the city, shall be full of boys and girls,—playing in the broadways thereof.
And, going forth about the third hour, he saw others, standing in the market-place, unemployed;
Unto what, then, shall I liken the men of this generation? And unto what are they like?
For John the Immerser hath come, neither eating bread nor drinking wine, and ye say—A demon, he hath: