A CAUTION TO STIR UP TO WATCH AGAINST SIN; a short Poem of sixteen stanzas. The first eight lines one did commend to me, The rest, I thought good, to commend to thee; Reader, in reading be thou ruled by me, With rhymes nor lines, but truths, affected be.

Sin will, at first, just like a beggar crave
One penny or one halfpenny to have,
But if you grant its first suit, 'twill aspire,
From pence to pounds, and still will mount up higher
To the whole soul: But if it makes its moan,
Then say, Here is nought for you, get you gone.
For if you give it entrance at the door,
It will come in, and may go out no more.