Whan hyt was come, whan hyt was gone;

Frost ne snogh, hayle ne reyne,

Of colde ne hete, felte þey no peyne;

Heere ne nayles neuer grewe,

Ne solowed cloþes, ne turned hewe; 165

Þundyr ne lyȝtnyng dyd hem no dere,

Goddys mercy ded hyt fro hem were;—

But sungge þat songge þat þe wo wroȝt:

'Why stonde we? why go we noȝt?'

What man shuld þyr be yn þys lyue 170