God wyl be vengyd on us sum way,
Indede.
Ther may no man go ther owte,
But synne regnyth in every rowte,
In every place rownde abowte
Cursydnes doth sprynge and sprede.
Uxor Noe. Allemyghty God, of his gret grace,
Enspyre men with hertely wylle,
For to sese of here trespace,
ffor synfulle levyng oure sowle xal spylle.