þus shalle he not stond in makynge of his credence in no fray.
[ ¶ Moore of þis connynge y Cast not me to contreve:]
my tyme is not to tary, hit drawest fast to eve.
þis tretyse þat y haue entitled, if it ye entende to preve,
y assayed me self in youthe with-outeñ any greve.
while y was yonge y-noughe & lusty in dede,
y enioyed þese maters foreseid / & to lerne y toke good hede;
but croked age hathe compelled me / & leue court y must nede.
þerfore, sone, assay thy self / & god shalle be þy spede.”
“Now feire falle yow, fadur / & blessid mote ye be,