Of The Incomparable Treasure Of The Holy Scriptures, With A Prayer For The Use Of The Same Poem by Anonymous British

Here is the spring where waters flowe,
to quench our heate of sinne:
Here is the tree where trueth doth grow,
to leade our liues therein:
Here is the iudge that stints the strife,
when mens deuices faile:
Here is the bread that feedes the life,
that death cannot assaile.
The tidings of saluation deare,
comes to our eares from hence:
The fortresse of our faith is here,
and shielde of our defence.
Then be not like the hogge that hath
a pearle at his desire,
And takes more pleasure in the trough
and wallowing in the mire.
Reade not this booke in any case,
but with a single eye:
Reade not but first desire Gods grace,
to vnderstand thereby.
Pray still in faith with this respect,
to fructifie therein,
That knowledge may bring this effect,
to mortifie thy sinne.
Then happy thou in all thy life,
what so to thee befalles:
Yea, double happie shalt thou be,
when God by death thee calles.