And put in paradyse.
Ther were floures bothe blew and blake,
Of alle frutes thei myth ther take,
Saff frute of cunnyng thei xulde forsake,
And towche it in no wyse.
The serpent toke Eve an appyl to byte,
And Eve toke Adam a mursel of the same,
Whan thei had do thus aȝens the rewle of ryte,
Than was oure Lord wrothe and grevyd al with grame.
Oure Lord gan appose them of ther grete delyte,