FOrsoth Uncle, this is vnto that kinde coum∣forte very great, and so great also, that it may make many a man bold to abide in his sinne, euen vnto his last ende, trusting to be thā sa∣ued as that thefe was.

Uerye sooth you saye Cosin, that some wret∣ches are there such, that in suche wse abuse the greate goodnes of god, that the better that he is, the worse a∣gaine they be. But Cosin, thoughe there be more ioye made of his turning y^t frō the poynt of perdicion co∣meth to saluaciō, for pitie that god and his saintes al of the peryll of perishing that the man stoode in, yet he is Page  [unnumbered] not set in like state in heauen as he should haue been if he had lyued better before, excepte it so fall that he liue so well after, and dooe so much good that he ther∣in outrun in the shorter time, those good folke that yet dyd not so much in much lenger, as it proued in y^e bles∣sed apostle. Saint Paul, which of a persecutor became an Apos•le, and last of al came in vnto that office, and yet in the laboure of sowynge that sede of Chrystes faythe, outranne all the remnaunte, so farre forthe that he letted not to saye of hym selfe. Ego plus omnibus cu∣curri, I haue runne more than all the remnaunte haue. But yet my Cosin, thoughe GOD I doubte not be so mercyefull vnto them, that at anye time in theyr lyfe turne and aske his mercy and trust therin, though it be at the la•te ende of a mannes lyfe and hireth him as well for heauen that cummeth to worke in hys Uineyarde towarde nyghte, at suche tyme as men leaue worke, if the tyme woulde serue as he hyreth hym that cummeth in the mornynge: yet maye there no man vpon the truste of thys parable be boulde all hys lyfe to lye styll in synne. For lette hym re∣membre that in Goddes vineyarde there goethe no man but hee that is called thyther. Nowe he that in hope to be called towarde nyght, wyll slepe oute the mornynge, and dryncke oute •he daye, is full like∣lye to passe as nyghte vnspoken to, and than shall he wyth shrewde reste goe supperlesse to bedde. They tell of one that was wonte alwaye to saie that all the while he lyued he woulde dooe what he luste: for thre woordes when hee dyed shoulde make all safe inoughe: but than so happed it, that longe ere he were oulde, hys horse once stombled vpon a bro∣ken brydge, and as he laboured to recouer hym, Page  [unnumbered] whē he sawe it would not be, but downe into the floud headlong nedes he should: in a sodaine flight he cried out in the falling, haue all to the •euyl: and there was he drowned with his thre wordes ere he died, wheron his hope hong al his wretched life. And therfore lette no mā sinne in hope of grace, for grace cōmeth but at goddes wyl, and that minde may be the let that grace of a frutefull repenting shall neuer after be offred him, but that he eyther gracelesse go lynger on care∣lesse, or with a care fruitelesse, fall into dispayre.