Ogy. Mary the mother of Iesu to Glaucoplutus [Glaucoplutus desirus of ryches.] sedythe gretynge.  Insomoche as you folowe Luther, you nobly perswade, that it is but in vayne to call apo sayntes, do ye well know for that to be grettly in my fauore.  For vntyll thys day I haue almost be slayne with the importunate prayers of men.  Of me alone they askyd althynges, as who shuld say my sone were alway a babe, because he is so faynyd and payntyd apo my breste, that yet he wold be at my commaundemet and durst nat denye my petycyon, dredynge that if he denye my petycyon, || that I shuld denye hym my teate whan he is a thurst:  and very oft thay requyre that of me, whiche a shamfast yongman dare scantly aske of a Bawde, yee they be suche thynges as I am ashamyd to put in wrytynge.  Now comythe ye marchauntman and he redy to sayle into Spayne for a vantage, dothe comytte hys wyues honesty to me.  Than commythe thet lytle preaty Nunne and she castythe away her vayle redy to runne away, she leuythe with me the good name of her vyrgynytye, whiche shortly she entendythe to take monay for.  Than cryeth the wykyd soudyer purposyd to robbe & saythe, blessyd lady send me a good praye.  Now comythe the vnthryfty dyasser and cryethe, send me good chance Lady & thow shalt haue parte of my wynnynges:  and if the dyasse runne ayenst hym, he blasphemes, and cursythe me, bycause || I wyll nat fauor his noghtynes.  Now cryeth she that sellythe her selffe for fylthye lukre & saythe, swete lady send me some costomers, & if I denye it, they exclame ayenst me & say, thou arte not the mother of marcy.  Moreouer the vowes of some women be no lesse wykyd tha folishe.  The mayd cryeth & saythe, O swet Mary send me a fayre and riche husbond.  The maryed woma saythe send me goodly chylderen.  Now laborythe the woman with chyld, and cryeth dere lady dylyuer me of my bondes.  Than comythe ye olde wyffe, and saythe flowre of all women send me to lyue longe withowt coghe and drynes.  Now crepythe the the dotynge old man & saythe, lady send me for to wax yonge aye.  Tha comythe forth the phylosopher and cryethe send me some argumetis that be isoluble.  The great prest cryeth send me a fat benefyce.  Tha || saythe the bysshope kepe well my churche.  Tha cryethe ye hye Iustyce shew me thy sone or I passe out of this worlde.  Tha saythe ye Cowrtyer send me trwe confession at the howre of my deathe.  The husbondman saythe send vs temperate wether.  The mylke wyffe cryethe owt blessyd lady saue our catell.  Now if I denye anythynge by & by I am crwell.  If I comytte it to my sone, I here them say, he wyll what so euer you wyll.  Shall I than alone bothe a woman and a mayd helpe maryneres, sawdyeres, marchantmen, dyasseres, maryed me, women with chyld, iudges, kynges, and husbondmen? ye and this that I haue sayd is the least parte of my payne.  But I am nat now so moche trobled with soche busynes, for that I wold hartely thanke you, but that this commodytye dothe brynge a greater discomodytye