I wolde ffayn wete trewly.
Adam. Sonys, ȝe arn to spekyn naturaly,
The ffyrst ffrute of kendely engendrure,
Befforn whom, saff ȝour modyr and I,
Were nevyr non of mannys nature.
And ȝit were we al of another portature,
As ȝe have me oftyn herd seyd sothly;
Wherfore, sonys, yf ȝe wyl lyff sad and sure,
ffyrst I ȝow counseylle most syngulerly,
God ffor to love and drede.