Oure nakyd bodyes in clothe to wynde,
Tylle sum comforthe of Godys sonde,
With grace releve oure careful mynde.
Now come go we hens, wyff.
Eva. Alas! that ever we wrought this synne,
Oure bodely sustenauns for to wynne,
ȝe must delve and I xal spynne,
In care to ledyn oure lyff.