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Doc: Brooke of Teares

Whoe would haue thought there could haue bine Such joye in teares wept for our sinne Myne eye hath seene my heart hath prou'de

  the most and best of earthlye joyes

The sweet of loue, and being loude

  maskes, feasts, & playes, & suchlike toyes

Yet this one teare wch nowe doth fall In true delight exceeds them all

Indeed myne eyes at first lett in Those [gushes: crossed out] {illegible: written above] that [did: written above] these woes begin Therefore myne Eyes in teares and greife

  Are iustlye drown'd but that those tears

Should comforte bringe, tis past beleife

  O God in this thy grace appeares

Thou that makes light from darknes spring Makst joyes to weepe, and sadnes singe

O where am I, what maye I thinke Helpe, Helpe, Alas, my hart doth sinke

  Thus lost in seas of woe
     thus laden with my sinne
     waues of dispayre dash in
  And threate myne overthrowe

What harte opprest wth such a weight Can choose but sinke and perrish strange

Yet as at sea in stormes men choose the shippe to saue, their goods to loose,

  Soe in this fearefull storme
     this danger to p^rvent
     before all hope be spent
  Ile choose the lesser harme

My teares to seas I will convert And drowne myne eyes to save my heart,

O god my god what shall I giue To thee in thankes; I am and liue In thee, and thou dost safe p^rserue

  My health my fame, my goods my rent

Thou makes me eate, whilst other sterue

  And sing whilst other doth lament

Such unto mee thy blessings are As though I weare thy only care

But O my god thou art more kinde When I looke inward on my mynde Thou filst my harte wth humble ioye

  wth patience meeke, and fervent love

(All other loues wch doth distroye)

  wth faith wch nothing can remove

And hope assur'd of heavens blisse This is my state thy grace is this