many a soulís eternally undone
sparing sin, because a little one.
we are much deceivíd; no sin is small,
wounds so great a God, so dear a soul.
say it were, the smallest pen-knife may
well as sword or lance, dispatch and slay,
shall so small a matter part and sever
and thy soul? What! make you part for ever?
wilt thou stand on toys with him, when he
himself in greatest things for thee?
will it be an ease in hell to think
easily thy soul therein did sink?
Christ and hell for trifles sold and bought?
souls with trembling, Lord, at such a thought!
little sins belovíd, the soul is lost,
such sins do great repentance cost.