Which, from their first untill their utmost date, 45 Tast no one hower of happines or merth; But like as at the ingate* of their berth They crying creep out of their mothers woomb, So wailing backe go to their wofull toomb.

What would you have that you are stirringe thus An hower before the Dawne.

do sitt twenty-four howers in their howses, mourning and lamenting by turnes, with such yelling and howling as may expresse their great passions.

Morrow, soonns, An early blessinge on you, if as the larke Rysen beetymes still to salute the soon, So your devotion pluckes you from your bedds Beefore your hower unto your orisons.

I will not stay an hower within your house, It is the wickedst deed that ere was done.