The hevene is ferr, the world is nyh,
And veine gloire is ek so slyh,
Which coveitise hath now withholde,
That thei non other thing beholde,
Bot only that thei myhten winne.
And thus the werres thei beginne,
Wherof the holi cherche is taxed,[114]
That in the point as it is axed
The disme goth to the bataille,
As thogh Crist myhte noght availe 270