after he had lived under great and sore affliction for ye space of 13 years a pattern of faith, patience, humility, and heavenly mindedness, having done his work in my education and receiv’d an answer to his prayers, God took him to his Heavenly Rest, where he is now reaping ye fruits of his Labors. When I came first to ye Colledge, I had indeed enjoyed ye benefit of Religious and strict education, and God in his mercy and pitty kept me from scandalous sins before I came thither and after I came there, but alas I had a naughty vile heart and was acted by corrupt nature, therefore could propound no Right and noble ends, but acted from self and for self. I was indeed studious and strove to outdoe my compeers, but it was for honour and applause and preferment and such poor Beggarly ends. Thus I had my Ends and God had his Ends far differing from mine, yet it pleased him to Bless my studies, and to make me grow in Knowledge both in ye tongues and inferior Arts and also in Divinity. But when I had been there about three years and a half; God in his Love and Pitty to my soul wrought a great change in me, both in heart and Life, and from that time forward I learnt to study with God and for God. And whereas before that, I had thoughts of applying myself to ye study and Practice of Physick, I wholy laid aside those thoughts, and did chuse to serve Christ in ye work of ye ministry if he would please to fit me for it and to accept of my service in that great work. Note.—In the foregoing Autobiography the original spelling is retained. In the following poems the spelling is modernized. The use of the acute accent (’) to indicate the former pronunciation of the final _ed_ as a separate syllable will be obvious; in other exceptional cases the old apostrophe is retained. In a few instances the termination _tion_ is divided by a hyphen, to indicate its pronunication as two syllables (_she_-on). The modern double commas are also used to mark quotations. W. H. B. To the Christian Reader. Reader, I am a fool, And have adventuréd To play the fool this once for Christ, The more his fame to spread. If this my foolishness Help thee to be more wise, I have attainéd what I seek. And what I only prize. Thou wonderest, perhaps, That I in Print appear, Who to the Pulpit dwell so nigh, Yet come so seldom there. The God of Heaven knows What grief to me it is, To be withheld from serving Christ; No sorrow like to this. This is the sorest pain That T have felt or feel; Yet have I stood some shocks that might Make stronger men to reel. I find more true delight In serving of the Lord, Than all the good things upon Earth, Without it, can afford. And could my strength endure That work I count so dear, Not all the Riches of Peru Should hire me to forbear. But I’m a Prisoner, Under a heavy Chain; Almighty God’s afflicting hand Doth me by force restrain.