“Yffe þou labour, þou muste ete
That with þi hondes þou doyste gete;”
A byrde hath wenges forto fle,
So man hath Armes laboryd to be.
Luke þou be trew in worde & dede,
Yn Alle þi werkes þan schall þou spede:
Treuth wyt neuer his master schame,
Yt kepys hym out offe synne & blame.
The weys to heuen þei bene þus tweyne,
Mercy & treuthe, As clerkes seyne;