Þou art vncurtayse yf þou hyt dose.
¶ To sayntis yf þou þy gate hase hyȝt,
Thou schalle fulfylle hit with alle þy myȝt,
Lest god þe stryk with grete veniaunce,
And pyt þe in-to sore penaunce.
¶ Leue not alle men that speke þe fayre,
Wheþer þat hit ben comyns, burges, or mayre;
In swete wordis þe nedder was closet,
Disseyuaunt euer and mysloset;
Þer-fore þou art of adams blode,