Here is a portion of the Fifty-first Psalm, translated amongst others into English verse by John Croke, Master in Chancery, in the reign of Henry VIII.
Open my lips first to confess My sin conceived inwardly; And my mouth after shall express Thy laud and praises outwardly.
If I should offer for my sin, Or sacrifice do unto thee Of beast or fowl, I should begin To stir thy wrath more towards me.
Offer we must for sacrifice A troubled mind with sorrow's smart: Canst thou refuse?
Nay, nor despise The humble and the contrite heart.
To us of Sion that be born, If thou thy favour wilt renew, The broken sowle, the temple torn, _threshold._ The walls and all shall be made new.
The sacrifice then shall we make Of justice and of pure intent; And all things else thou wilt well take That we shall offer or present.
In the works of George Gascoigne I find one poem fit for quoting here.

He is not an interesting writer, and, although his verse is very good, there is little likelihood of its ever being read more than it is now.

The date of his birth is unknown, but probably he was in his teens when Surrey was beheaded in the year 1547.

He is the only poet whose style reminds me of his, although the _wherefore_ will hardly be evident from my quotation.
It is equally flat, but more articulate.

I need not detain my reader with remarks upon him.