Deprostrate

How may weake mortall euer hope to file / His vnsmooth tongue, and his deprostrate stile?

Hitherto you haue seene Manasses, not with Lots wife, trãsform’d into a pillar of Salt, but with the Poets Niobe, into a weeping and waimenting stone: now shall you see him with an humble and lowly heart, raising his ruined soule, deprest with sinne, deprostrate for sinne; lifting vp his bleared eyes, streaming with teares, swelling for sorrow […]

The nations came to her deprostrate bed