Was neuer sorow lyke to thy dedly wo!
Graunte me, out of this world when I shall go,
Thyne endles mercy for my preseruatyue;
Agaynst the world, the flesh, the deuyl also,
Defende me wyth thy pyteous woundis fyue.
[584] withouten] Eds. of Day, and Marshe, “without.”
[585] the] Qy. “thy?”
TO THE HOLY GOOSTE.
O firy feruence,[587] inflamed wyth all grace,