Suche ar they whiche pray both day and nyght
To god and his sayntes cryeng with open throte
O glorious god helpe me by thy great myght
That I may clens my herte and clere my syght
Wherby all foly and synne may fro me fall
But yet this fole it leuyth nat at all
Suche folys oft pray for theyr amendement
Unto our lorde with syghynges sore and depe
But yet to synne contynually they assent
And after the same often complayne and wepe