[Plant Lorde, in me the tree of godly lyfe]
Not many dayes after, he chaunced to
walke with the same Gentilwoman in a
Garden: and was againe then intreated
by her, to make her another prayer,
which presently he pend: speaking with
the tearmes of a Gardiner, as followeth.
Plant Lorde, in me the tree of godly lyfe,
Hedge me about with thy stronge fence of faith:
If thee it please, vse eke thy proyning knife,
Least that, oh Lord, as a good Gardiner saith:
If suckers draw the sappe from bowes on hie,
Perhaps in tyme the top of tree may die.
Let, Lord, this tree be set within thy Garden wall
Of Paradise, where growes no one ill sprig at all.
