Epigram 10 (Like Mutius Cranmer thou diddest burne thine hand)

Like Mutius Cranmer thou diddest burne thine hand
O but I iniure thee thus to compare.
Nothing was like, the fire, the cause, the man.
Yet likest you of all that stored are.
He had a Theatre of men to see
What thou didst represent to Angels eyes
He burnt his hand to cinders carelesly,
Which thou by burning diddest sacrifice.
Thou diddest sowe thine hand into the flame,
Which he consumde and could not reape againe.
Thy loue did quench the burning of the same,
Acting with pleasure what he did with paine.
In him twas wonder that he did presume,
To touch the flame with flesh contaminated.
In thee twas wonder that the fire did burne.
An holy hand to glory consecrated.