[Since I embrace ye heau'nly grace]
Since
I embrace ye heau'nly grace, in sort as I would haue, reioyce I must,
till I for dust, do yeld my corps to graue. Was neuer
none, did sigh & mone, I thinke more oft then I, for deep dispaire, me did empaire, confoūding me
well nye, But then Gods grace, appeard in place, putting back that foule
feend: and sayd to me, of comfort be, for heau'n is thine at end.
Wherfore reioyce, both sound & voyce, let no tune mourning
be, but with delight, with all your might,
reioyce ye all with me.
Tho. VVhythorne.