R Copla n de th e prynt er .

I thyrste good lorde full sore
To dry n ke of thy ton n es fyue
Thy grace to me restore
Whyle that I am on lyue
Of all my synnes to shryue
In heuen at thy repaste
Of thy swete wyne to taste

I wote I dyde offend
By wyne in grete excesse
Good lorde I wyll amend
And all my fawtes redresse
One drop of thy wy n e presse
Fro m thy moost dulcet grape
Into my hert tho u shape ame n .