The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim. Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.
This hill though high I covent ascend; The difficulty will not me offend; For I perceive the way of life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let's neither faint nor fear.
It is easier going out of the way when we are in, than going in when we are out.
There is no way to kill a man's righteousness but by his own consent.