None Free From Fault.

Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let
His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat.

God He refuseth no man, but makes way
For all that now come or hereafter may.

No man comes late unto that place from whence
Never man yet had a regredience.

Those ills that mortal men endure
So long, are capable of cure,
As they of freedom may be sure;
But, that denied, a grief, though small,
Shakes the whole roof, or ruins all.

Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all:
The most of thee shall 'scape the funeral.

When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here;
For once in hell, none knows remission there.