On him that caught is in hir snare.
If she release my woe, a thousand thankes therefore,
I shall hir giue, and make the world to honor hir the more,
The Gods in Skies will prayse the same,
And recorde beare of hir good name.
O happy is that life, that after torment straunge,
And earthly sorows on this mould, for better life shal chaunge
And liue amongs the Gods on high,
Where loue and Louers neuer die.
O lyfe that here I leade, I freely giue thee now,