A discourse of the building, nature, excellency, and government of the house of God…

Since Snares and Traps, and Grins are for us set Since here's a Hole, and there is spread a Net▪ O let no body at my Muse deride, No man can Travel here without a Guide.

Here's Tempting Apples, here are Baited Hooks With Turning, Twisting, Cramping, Tangling Crooks Close by the way; woe then to them betide, That dares to venture here without a Guide.

Here's Tempting Apples, here are Baited Hooks With Turning, Twisting, Cramping, Tangling Crooks Close by the way; wo then to them betide, That dares to venture here without a Guide.

Here haunt the Fairies with their chanting Voices Fiends like to Angels, to bewitch our choices; Baits for the Flesh lie here on every side: Who dares set here one foot without a Guide? Master Delusion dwelleth by our walks, Who with Confusion, Sings and Prays and talks He says the straight Path's his, and ours th•• wide What then can we do here without a Guide?