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 What's bounded poſting time unto endleſs eternity But bleſt be God this way doth nor, with ſadneſs ſo abound; As if no pleaſures nor delights in it were to be found. Yea doubtleſs is this way there is, more pleaſures to be had, Than in the ways of in which doth down to deſtruction lead. For ſure the straitneſs of the way, nor from itſelf doth flow. 'Tis only thy corruptions, and ſins that make it ſo Chriſt's yoke is eaſy of itſelf, and ſhould nor thee affright, His burden is not grievous, but profitable and light. If thou theſe weights aſide would lay, that do thee this impede. A pleaſant and a chearful life, thou in this way might lead. The pleaſures of this way they are, ſo excellent and rare, That ſinful pleaſures all with them, can never once compare. For why ſin's greatest pleaſures are, not real as they ſeem Whatever thoſe do think that he amidſt there pleaſures ſwim, Yea all the pleaſures of this earth, are ſhort and do not ſtay, Unto themſelves they wings do take and ſwiftly fly away.