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 No place there is for merit here on the for ſtill that bleſt reward, Is freely given to all thoſe, for whom it is prepar'd. For 'twixt the wages and the work, canſt no proportion be, For to the moſt laborious, it is a gift moſt free. Now ponder well, what in this way, may unto thee befal, That when thou come thou mayeſt not, ſurprized be at all Yet let not theſe difficulties, unſuperable ſeem, More of that country ſuffer them, to leſſen thy eſteem But rather ſhould theſe things the more, it unto the commend, And make thee for it with more pains and earneſtneſs contend. For the more precious any thing, and excellent it be, At coming at it till there is the more difficulty Othen my ſoul why, art thou ſo diſcouraged and caſt down, Becauſe of ſome difficulties, in coming to the crown What folly doth thee ſo poſſeſs, what profit without pain, What labour will not men endure to ſome pretty thing to gain,