A treatise of self-denial. By Richard Baxter, pastor of the church at KidderminsterA treatise of self-denial. By Richard Baxter, pastor of the church at Kederminster

Spirit. Then choose not sin: touch not forbidden things: Taste not the sweet that endless sorrow brings. If thou love pleasure, take in God thy fill: Look not for lasting joys in doing ill.

Spirit. Then choose not sin: touch not forbidden things: Taste not the sweet that endless sorrow brings. If thou love pleasure, take in God thy fill: Look not for lasting joyes in doing ill.

Flesh. Affliction's bitter: life will soon be done: Pleasure shall be my part ere all be gone.

Spirit. Prosperity is barren: all men say. The soil is best where there's the deepest way. Life is for work, and not to spend in play. Now sow thy seed: labour while it is day. The Huntsman seeks his game in barren plains. Dirty land answers best the Plowman's pains. Passengers care not so the way be fair. Husbandmen would have the best ground and air. First think what's safe and fruitful: There's no pleasure Like the beholding of thy chiefest treasure.

Spirit. Prosperity is barren: all men say. The soyl is best where there's the deepest way. Life is for work, and not to spend in play. Now sow thy seed: labour while it is day. The Huntsman seeks his game in barren plains. Dirty land answers best the Plowmans pains. Passengers care not so the way be fair. Husbandmen would have the best ground and air. First think what's safe and fruitful: There's no pleasure Like the beholding of thy chiefest treasure.