A Continuation of morning-exercise questions and cases of conscience practically resolvedA Continuation of morning-exercise questions and cases of conscience practicaly resolved

(2.) What sinful Indulgence is.

It stands in the Excess and exuberance of our Love, and affections; and in too much slacking, and remitting the reins of Government: When we do as it were abandon, and give up our minds and studies, to coax, and please, and gratify the humours, yea satisfy the Lusts of our foolish Children: when we make their Wills our Laws, our Rules; when the doting Parent is led by the Heart, shall I say, or Nose, by his audacious Child, and must be at his beck, at his command. When the Child may and must speak, or do what he pleases, and the Parent either may, or dare not say, What dost thou? let him act what, and when, and how he pleases, he must not be displeased, disturbed, contradicted in the least. When the Child, grown insolent, and intolerable, is too gently treated, and born withal, when a forced frown, or a gentle soft whisper, is looked upon as a smart Rebuke, and the lash of a Rod, no less than the wound of a Sword. When, it may be, we mildly snip the unthrifty Darling, and, at the same time, that we pretend to chide, do fondly add fuel to his excess. This, O this is sinful Indulgence. A sin of a crimson dye, and dreadful consequence. More particularly,

It stands in the Excess and exuberancy of our Love, and affections; and in too much slacking, and remitting the reins of Government: When we do as it were abandon, and give up our minds and studies, to coax, and please, and gratifie the humours, yea satisfie the Lusts of our foolish Children: when we make their Wills our Laws, our Rules; when the doting Parent is led by the Heart, shall I say, or Nose, by his audacious Child, and must be at his beck, at his command. When the Child may and must speak, or do what he pleases, and the Parent either may, or dare not say, What dost thou? let him act what, and when, and how he pleases, he must not be displeased, disturbed, contradicted in the least. When the Child, grown insolent, and intolerable, is too gently treated, and born withall, when a forced frown, or a gentle soft whisper, is lookt upon as a smart Rebuke, and the lash of a Rod, no less than the wound of a Sword. When, it may be, we mildly snip the unthrifty Darling, and, at the same time, that we pretend to chide, do fondly adde fuel to his excess. This, O this is sinful Indulgence. A sin of a crimson dye, and dreadful consequence. More particularly,