Matthew(i)
16 Beholde, there touched my lippes one very lyke vnto a man. Then opened I my mouthe, & sayde vnto him, that stode before me: O my Lorde, my pointes are lowsed in the vision, and there is no more strength within me:
17 Howe may my Lordes seruaunt then talke with my Lorde? seynge there is no strength in me: so that I can not take my breth?
18 Vpon this there touched me agayne, one muche lyke a man, and comforted me,
19 saying: O thou man so well beloued feare not: be content, take a good herte vnto the, & be strong. So when he had spoken vnto me, I recouered and sayd: Speake on my Lorde, for thou haste refreshed me.