Matthew
(i)
48 Whole riuers of water gushe out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people.
49 Phe Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.
50 O Lorde, when wylt thou loke downe from heauen and consydre?
51 Myne eye breaketh my herte, because of all the daughters of my cyte.