The praier of Anne Askue the Martyr, before hir death.
O Lord, I haue mo enimies now than there be heares on my head: yet Lord, let them neuer ouercome me with vaine words, but fight thou Lord on my side. For on thee cast I my care. With all the spite they can imagine they fall vp∣on me, which am thy poore creature; yet sweete Lord, let me not set by them, which are against me: for in thee is my whole delight. And Lord, I hartilie desire of thee, that thou wilt of thy most mercifull goodnesse for∣giue them that violence which they doo, and haue done vnto me. Open also thou their blind harts, that they may hereafter doo that thing in thy sight, which is on∣lie acceptable before thee; and to set foorth thy veritie aright, without all vaine phantasies of sinfull man: So be it, O Lord, So be it.