Whan holy prophetys ȝow teche so pleyne?
Turne ȝour thought and chaunge ȝour witte,
And truste wele that Cryst dothe leve ageyne.
Lucas. Leve ageyn! man, be in pes;
How xulde a ded man evyr aryse?
I cowncelle the suche wurdys to ses,
ffor dowte of Pylat, that hyȝ justyce.
He was slayn at the gre asyse,
Be councelle of lordys many on;
Of suche langage take bettyr avyse,