Tosse not my soule O love twixt hope and feare
Shew mee some ground where I may firmely stand or surely fall
I care not which apeare So one will close me in a certaine band.

When once of ill the uttermost is knowen
The strength of sorrow quite is over throwne.

Take mee Assurance to thy blisfull holde
Or thou Despaire unto thy darkest Cell
Each hath full rest the on in joyes en rolde
Th`other in that hee feares no more is well

When once of ill the uttermost is knowen
The strength of sorrow quite is over throwne.