The Sinner desireth to haue the bent of his Will, made appliable to Gods

THe Way to Heau'n (that truest Port of Peace)
is straite and straight vntill at Hell we be:
Where, on the right hand then, we turne with ease;
for, when we passe that Point; then, well are wee.

But, being straite, but few that Way doe wend;
and being straight, the crooked misse it still:
Then, to this Port, but few their course doe bend,
sith most are crooked; euer bent to Ill.

Then, make vs straight (deare Lord) with handling straite;
or, bring vs to thy bent with other Art;
Wee know thine vpright Compasse hath the sleight
to bow vs to the bending of thy Heart:
That we may shoote (and still may winners proue)
The Shafts of our Indeauours at thy Loue.