Myn hert is wele that ffyrst was whylde;
ffarewel, myn owyn dere love!
Now alle mankynde bethe glad with gle,
ffor deth is deed, as ȝe may se,
And lyff is reysed endles to be
In hevyn dwellynge above!
Whan my sone was nayled on tre,
Alle women myght rewe with me,
ffor grettere sorwe myght nevyr non be,
Than I dede suffyr i-wys.