Lest þou fayle, my dere broþer.
¶ Anoþer curtayse y wylle þe teche,
Thy fadur And modur, with mylde speche,
In worschip and serue with alle þy myȝt,
Þat þou dwelle þe lengur in erthely lyȝt.
¶ To anoþer man do no more amys
Then þou woldys be doñ of hym and hys;
So crist þou pleses, and getes þe loue
Of meñ and god þat syttis aboue.
¶ Be not to meke, but in mene þe holde,