That reyned after Noes flowe;
A sory synne Adam gan sowe,
That clad us alle in care.
A sone that maydenys mylk hath sokyn,
And with his blood oure bonde hath brokyn,
Helle logge lyth unlokyn,
ffro fylthe with frende we fare.
Anima Christi. ffayre ffrendys, now be ȝe wunne,
On ȝow shyneth the sothfast sunne;
The gost that alle grevaunce hath gunne,