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Brooke of Teares

Whoe would have thought there could have bine Such joye in teares as 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

Yet this one teare with none doth fall An true delight exceeds them all

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

  Are iustlye drown'd but that those tears

Should comforte bringe, his past beliefe,

  O God in this thy grace appeares

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

O where am I, what may I thinke,