But where defaute ys, latte ylke man amende,
And nouhte deme yt; [I] pray thaym for youre sake.
For other mede ywys I kepe noone take
But that god wolde this Book myhte yche man plese,
And in lernynge vnto yow donne somme ese.
¶ Eke, swete children, yf there be eny worde
That yee kenne nouhte, spyrre whils yee yt ken;
Whanne yee yt knowe, yee mowe holde yt in horde,
Thus thurhe spyrryng yee mowe lerne at wyse men.
Also thenke nouhte to straungely at my penne,