| (6) In Nauerne be [gh]unde the see | In Avergne beyond the sea |
| In Venyse a gode cyte, | In Venice a good city |
| Duellyde a prest of Ynglonde, | Dwelled a priest of England, |
| And was auaunsede, y understonde. | And was advanced I understand. |
| Every [gh]ere at the florysyngge | Every year at the flourishing |
| When the vynys shulde spryngge | When the vines should spring |
| A tempest that tyme began to falle | A tempest then began to fall |
| And fordede here vynys alle; | And ruined all their vines. |
| Every [gh]ere withouten fayle | Every year without fail |
| And fordyde here grete trauayle. | And ruined their great labour. |
| Therfor the folk were alle sory | Therefore the folk were all sorry |
| Thurghe the cyte comunly: | Through the city commonly. |
| Thys prest seyde, y shal [gh]ou telle | This priest said, “I shall you tell |
| What shall best thys tempest felle; | What shall best this tempest fell; |
| On Satyrday shal [gh]e ryngge noun | On Saturday shall ye ring noon |
| And late ne longer ne werke be doun. | And let no longer work be done.” |
| Handlyng Synne, 1350 |
(7) Ther faure citees wern set, nov is a see called,
That ay is drouy[18] and dym and ded in hit kynde,
Blo[19] blubrande[20] and blak, vnblythe to ne[gh]e[21]
As a stynkande stanc that stryed[22] synne
That euer of synne and of smach,[23] smart is to fele;
Forthy the derk dede see hit is demed ever more,
For hit dede[gh] of dethe duren there [gh]et.
For hit is brod and bothemle[gh] and bitter as the galle,
And no[gh]t may lenge in that lake that any lyf bere[gh],