And that on here fforehed wyttnes I take,
ffor ther is wretyn with letteris blake,
Opynly alle here synne.
Deus. To hungry and thrusty that askyd in my name,
Mete and drynke wolde ȝe ȝeve non;
Of nakyd men had ȝe no shame,
ȝe wold nott vesyte men in no preson;
ȝe had no peté on seke nor lame,
Dede of mercy wold ȝe nevyr don;
Un herborwed men ȝe servyd the same,