Onto us tweyn it doth longe,
Hem to teche in alle degré
Synne to forsakyn and werkys wronge.
Therfore, sere, for love of me,
Enforme hem wele evyr amonge,
Synne to forsake and vanyté
And vertu to ffolwe that thei ffonge,
Oure Lord God to plese.
Noe. I warne ȝow, childeryn, on and alle,
Drede oure lord God in hevy[n] halle,