I am the fruit of Adam’s hands.
Through sinne locked in Sathans bands:
Destined to death, the childe of ire,
A flaming brand of infernal fire.
Borne I was naked and bare,
And spend my time in sorrow and care:
And shall returne unto the dust,
And be deprived of carnal lust.
Yet thou Father didst Jesus send,
To pardon them that did offend.
We laude thee in the work of might,
That we be blessed in thy sight.
Lady Elizabeth Tyrwhit c1548-1582