My wyff and my chyldere here on rowe,
To God we pray with hert ful lowe,
To plese hym in his syght.
In me Noe, the secunde age
Indede begynnyth, as I ȝow say;
Afftyr Adam, withoutyn langage,
The secunde fadyr am I in fay.
But men of levyng be so owtrage,
Bothe be nyght and eke be day,
That lesse than synne the soner swage,