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. Remember him that did despise the shame, And for thy sake bore undeserved blame. Thy journey's of small moment if thou stay Because dogs bark, or stones lie in the way. If life lay on it wouldst thou turn again, For the winds blowing or a little rain? Is this thy greatest love to thy dear Lord? That canst not for his sake bear a foul word? Wilt thou not bear for him a scorners breath, That underwent for thee a cursed death? ⟨image 262⟩Is not Heaven worth the bearing of a flout? Then blame not Justice when it shuts thee out. Will these deriders stand to what they say, And own their words at the great dreadful day? Then they'd be glad, when wrath shall overtake them, To eat their words, and say they never spake them.

Spirit. Remember him that did despise the shame, And for thy sake bore undeserved blame. Thy journey's of small moment if thou stay Because dogs bark, or stones lie in the way. If life lay on it wouldst thou turn again, For the winds blowing or a little rain? Is this thy greatest love to thy dear Lord? That canst not for his sake bear a foul word? Wilt thou not bear for him a scorners breath, That underwent for thee a cursed death? ⟨image 262⟩Is not Heav'n worth the bearing of a flout? Then blame not Justice when it shuts thee out. Will these deriders stand to what they say, And own their words at the great dreadful day? Then they'd be glad, when wrath shall overtake them, To eat their wrrds, and say they never spake them.

Flesh. How? Forsake all! Ne'er mention it more to me, I'll be of no Religion to undo me.

Flesh. How? Forsake all! Ne're mention it more to me, I'le be of no Religion to undo me.