And full wyde iknow;
A gode ensample I wyll ȝou sey,
What chanse befell hym one a dey;
Herkyn to my saw!
Cokwoldes he louyd, as I ȝou plyȝt;
He honouryd them, both dey and nyght,
In all maner of thyng;
And as I rede in story,
He was kokwold sykerly;
Ffor sothê it is no lesyng.