John Foxe is more of a narrative and like Utopia, I could find more alliteration in the beginning than throughout the passage. The following also includes one of those ubiquitous antitheses:
"Hitherto we have entreated of this good woman, now it remaineth that we touch somewhat as touching her end and martyrdom. She being born of such stock and kindred that she might have lived in great wealth and prosperity [...]"
The account of Lady Grey's death is more detailed with dialogue and elicits pity for innocence and the last "What shall I do? Where is it? Where is it?" had my eleven year old self crying softly looking at a painting of it in an art gallery in London.