The way to true happiness in a serious treatise /

But, Lord, how insufficient am I for this work! I have been many a year wooing for thee, but the Damsel would not go with me. Lord, what a task hast thou set me to do! Alas, wherewith shall I pierce the scales of Leviathan, or make the heart to feel that is hard as a stone; hard as a piece of the nether millstone! Shall I go and lay my mouth to the grave, and look when the dead will obey me and come forth? shall I make an Oration to the Rocks? or declaim to the Mountains, and think to move them with arguments? shall I give the blind to see? From the beginning of the world was it not heard that a man opened the eyes of the blind. But thou, O Lord, canst pierce the scales, and prick the heart of the Sinner. I can but shoot at rovers and draw the •ow at a venture, and do thou direct the arrow between the joints of the harness, and kill the sin, and save the Soul of the sinner, that casts hi• eyes into these labours.

But, Lord, how insufficient am I for this work! I have been many a year woing for thee, but the Damsel would not go with me. Lord, what a task hast thou set me to do! Alas, wherewith shall I pierce the scales of Leviathan, or make the heart to feel that is hard as a stone; hard as a piece of the nether milstone! Shall I go and lay my mouth to the grave, and look when the dead will obey me and come forth? shall I make an Oration to the Rocks? or declaim to the Mountains, and think to move them with arguments? shall I give the blind to see? From the beginning of the world was it not heard that a man opened the eyes of the blind. But thou, O Lord, canst pierce the scales, and prick the heart of the Sinner. I can but shoot at rovers and draw the •ow at a venture, and do thou direct the arrow between the joynts of the harness, and kill the sin, and save the Soul of the sinner, that casts hi• eyes into these labours.

But I must apply my self to you, to whom I am sent: yet I am at a great loss. Would to God I knew how to go to work with you! ⟨p. 3⟩