Who so wyll come to þe lyfe of blysse,
To go þe weys he may not mysse.
Make no promys bot it be gode,
And kepe þou it with myght & mode;
Fore euery promys, it is dette,
That with no falsed muste be lette.
God & þi neybores lufe all wey;
Welle is þe, than may þou sey,
Fore so þou kepys All þe lawe
With-oute Any fere, drede, or awe.