Certain versis/ written by Thomas Brooke Gentleman/ in the time of his imprysomment/ the day before his death/ who suffered at Norwich/ the. 30. of August. 1570.  

I Languish/ as I lie/  
And death doth make me thrall/  
To cares which death shall soon cut of/  
And set me quit/ of all.   

yet feeble flesh would faint/  
To feal so sharp a fight/  
Save faith in Christ/ doth comfort me/  
And sleithe such fancy quite.   

For finding forth how frail/  
Each worldly state doth stand/  
I hold him blyst/ that fearing God/  
Is red of such a band.   

For he that longest lives/  
And Nestor's years doth gain/  
Hath so much more account to make/  
And fyndyth Life but vain.   

What cause is then to quail/  
I am called before/  
To taste the joys which Christis blood/  
Hath bowght and laid in store.   

Not no/ no greater joy/  
Can any heart possess/  
Then through the death to gain a life/  
With him in blessedness.   

Who send the Queen long life/  
Much joy and countries peace/  
Her council health/ her friends good luck/  
To all their joys increase.   

Thus putting up my greavess/  
I ground my life on God/  
Andrea thank him with most humble heart/  
And meekly kiss his rod.   
Finis/  
qd Thomas Brooke.  
☞ Scene/ and allowyd/ according to the queens majesties Injunction.  
God save the Queen   

☞ Imprinted at Norwich in the parish of saint Andrew/ by Anthony de Solemn. 1570.