Not with you shall Anne Askew find refuge, but with me.

Oh, come, Anne, follow your friends.

It is life that calls you, that opens the doors to you, and desires to call you by a thousand names to itself! Do you not hear them, all those sweet and alluring voices; do you not see them, all those noble and smiling faces, how they greet you and beckon to you?
Anne Askew, it is the noble husband that calls you! You know him not as yet, but he is waiting for you there in the world without.

Anne Askew, there are your children, who are stretching their tender arms out to you.

You have not yet borne them; but love holds them in her arms, and will bring them to meet you.
It is the wife and the mother that the world yet demands of you, Anne.
You ought not to shun the holy calling which God has given you.