[1484] Tueching the folk he tuk hyme-ſelf to led
In to the lond, the wich he them byhicht.
Ay when thei ȝhed in to his ways Richt,
Ther fois gon befor there ſuerd to nocht;
When they wrought against Him, they were so full of fear that the sound of a falling leaf made a thousand flee.
[1488] And when that thei ayanis hyme hath vrocht,
Thei war ſo full of radur and diſſpare,
That of o leif fleing in the air,
The ſound of It haith gart o thouſand tak
[1492] At onys apone them-ſelf the bak,