That God aȝens us of synne have no compleynt.
Hic transit Noe cum familia sua pro navi, quo exeunte, locum interludii subintret statim Lameth conductus ab adolescente, et dicens,
Lameth. Gret mornyng I make, and gret cause I have;
Alas! now I se not, for age I am blynde,
Blyndenes doth make me of wytt for to rave,
Whantynge of eye-syght in peyn doth me bynde.
Whyl I had syht, ther myht nevyr man fynde
My pere of archerye in alle this werd aboute;
ffor ȝitt schet I nevyr at hert, are, nere hynde,
But yf that he deyd, of this no man have doute.