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