I've here contryved a letter to my frende In myne ill brothers name.

Thys letter sente me by my dearest frende Like spells and witchcraft dothe amaze my brayne.

Beleeve mee nowe, I do not blame my frende To fishe in trobled streames for such a pearle, Or digge in black mowled for so ritch a myne; But to redeeme a chast and inocent sowle Forthe from the fierye jawes of lust and hell, Exprest a most comended charitye.