Thow thyn exaumple be sumdele good;
ffor Jonas on lyve evyr more was he,
And Cryst was slayn upon a rood.
The Jewys on hym they were so wood,
That to his herte a spere they pyght,
He bled owt alle his herte blood;
How xulde the thanne ryse with myght?
Christus. Take hede at Aaron and his dede styk,
Whiche was ded of his nature,
And ȝit he floryschyd with flowres ful thyk,