Of the shynynge sonne for to encrease the lyght
Suche one assayeth a thynge passynge his myght
And is a fole to set thought or delyte
To mende that thynge whiche god hath made perfyte
But yet is he a moche gretter fole truely
Whiche wyll correct that thynge whiche god hath done
And doth nat his herte his wyll and mynde aply
To goddes workes and deuyne prouysyon
Of all other maddest is his condycion
And more frantyfe forsoth I may hym call