Through thy submitting all, to blowes 
Thy face, thy clothes to spoile; thy fame to scorne, 
All waies, which rage, or justice knowes, 
And by which thou could' st shew, that thou wast born; 
And through thy gallant humblenesse 
Which thou in death did' st shew, 
Dying before thy soule they could expresses 
Deliver us from death, by dying so, 
To this world, ere this world doe bid us goe.