And the surplus that Hieremy sayth, constrayneth me to knowe my wretched lyfe, & to wyshe with sorowfull syghes, the houre, the daye, the moneth, the tyme and the yeare, that I ded leaue it, yeldynge my selfe condempned, and worthy to be for euer in the euerlastynge fyre. The same feare whych doth not of me but of the procede, and exceadeth many of thy other gyftes, put me rather in hope than dyspayre, as often as I ded remembre my synne. For as sone as thu knewest my wyll bowynge vndre thy obedyence, than puttynge in me a lyuely fayth, thu dedyst vse great clemencye. So that after I knewe the to be that lorde, master, and kynge whom I ought to haue feared. Than foūde I my feare not quenched, but mixed with loue, beleuynge that thu wert so gracyouse, gentyll, and swete, & so pytiefull an husbande, that I whych shulde rather haue hydde me, than to haue shewed my selfe, was not than in feare to go fourth and to loke for the. And in so sekynge I founde the. [Sidenote: Psal. [unreadable].] [Sidenote: Canti. 4.] [Sidenote: Roma. 8.] But what dedyst thu than? Hast thu refused me? Alas my God, no, but rather hast excused me. Hast thu turned thy face from me? No, for thyne eye so swete ded penetrate my harte, woūdynge it almost to the deathe, and geuynge me remorse of my synnes. Thu hast not put me backe with thy hande, but with both thy armes and with a swete, and māly harte thu dedyst mete with me by the waye, and not ones reprouynge my faultes, enbrasydest me. I coulde not se in beholdynge thy coūtenaunce, that euer thu dedyst ones perceyue myne offence. For thu hast done as moche for me, as though I had bene good and honest. For thu dedyst hyde my faulte from euery body, in geuynge me agayne the parte of thy bedde, and also in shewynge that the multitude of my synnes are so hyddē & ouercome by thy great vyctorye that thu wylte neuer remembre thē. So that now thu seyst nothynge in me, but the graces, gyftes and vertues whych it hath pleased thy fre goodnesse to gyue me. [Sidenote: Esa. 43[unclear].] [Sidenote: Math. 11.] O charyte most precyouse. I do se wele that thy goodnesse doth consume my lewdenesse, & maketh me a newe godly and bewtyfull creature. The euyll that was myne, thu hast destroyed, and made me so perfyght a creature, that all the good whych a husbande can do vnto hys wyfe thu hast done it to me, in geuynge me, a faythfull Hope in thy promyses. Now haue I through thy good grace recouered the place of thy wyfe. O happye & desyered place, gracyuse bedde, trone ryght honourable, seate of peace, rest from all warre, hygh steppe of honoure, separate from the earthe. Dost thu receyue thys vnworthy creature, geuynge her the scepture and crowne of thy empyre and gloryouse realme? who ded euer heare speake of suche a storye? as to rayse vp one so hygh, whych of her selfe was nothynge & maketh of great value, that of it selfe was naught. [Sidenote: Ioan. 3.] [Sidenote: Sapi. 14.]