“Now may this little Book a blessing beTo those that love this little Book, and me:And may its Buyer have no cause to say,His money is but lost, or thrown away.”

“Whoso beset him roundWith dismal storiesDo but themselves confound;His strength the more is.”

“For to speak the truth, there are but few that care thus to spend their time, but choose rather to be speaking of things to no profit.”

“This hill, though high, I covet to ascend; The difficulty will not me offend. For I perceive the way to life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let’s neither faint nor fear. Better, though difficult, the right way to go, Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe.”