Classic Poem

The Way to Heau'n (that truest Port of Peace )
is straite and straight vntill at Hell we be:
Where, on the right hand then, we turne with ease ,
for, when we passe that Point; then, well are wee.

But, being straite , but few that Way doe wend;
and being straight , the crooked misse it still:
Then, to this Port , but few their course doe bend.
sith most are crooked; euer bent to Ill .

Then, make vs straight (deare Lord ) with handling straite ,
or, bring vs to thy bent with other Art ,
Wee know thine vpright Compasse hath the sleight
to bow vs to the bending of thy Heart:
That we may shoote (and still may winners proue)
The Shafts of our Indeauours at thy Loue .