2. I find that men (as high as Trees) will write
Dialogue-wiſe; yet no man doth them ſlight
For writing so: Indeed if they abuſe
Truths curſed be they, and, the craft they uſe
To that intent; But yet let Truth be free
To make her Salleys upon Thee, and Me,
Which way it pleaſes God. For who knows how,
Better then he that taught us firſt to Plow,
To guide our Mind and Pens for his Deſign?
And he makes base things uſher in Divine.
3. I find that holy Writ in many places (caſes
Hath ſemblance with this method, where the
Doth call for one thing, to ſet forth another:
Use it I may then, and yet nothing ſmother
Truths golden Beams Nay, by this method may
Make it caſt forth its rayes as light as day.
And now, before I do put up my Pen,
I'le ſhew the profit of my Book, and then
Commit both thee, and it unto that hand
That pulls the strong down, and makes weak ones ſtand
This Book it chaulketh out before thine eyes
The man that ſeeks the everlaſting Prize:
It ſhews you whence he comes, whither he goes.
What he leaves undone also what he does:
It also ſhews you how he runs, and runs
Till he unto the Gate of Glory comes.
It vhews too, who fits out for life amain,
As if the laſting Crown they would attain:
Here also you may ſee the reaſon why
They looſe their labour, and like Fools do die.
