Matthew(i)
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanyshed awaye, whych haue vexed myne herte,
12 chaunginge the nyght in to daye, and the light into darcknes.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, & I must make my bed in the darcke.
14 I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my syster.
15 What helpeth then my longe taryenge? Or, who wyll fulfyll the thynge, that I loke for?