And thoughe the way be esy streyght and playne
The ende is nought, I aduyse the tourne agayne
The way to hell is greatly occupyed
The path is playne, and easy to ouergo
The dore ay open no entre is denyed
To suche as purpose in mynde to come therto
But at the ende therof is care and wo
With syghtis odyous and abhomynable
Yet in the way ar folkes innumerable
Thus is no meruayle though this way be playne