Of alle maner bestes a copylle is in brought,
Within my shypp borde on lyve for to be.
Ryght longe God hath soferyd amendyng to se;
Alle this hundryd ȝere God hath shewyd grace.
Alas! fro gret syn man wyl not fle,
God doth this vengeauns for oure gret trespase.
Uxor Noe. Alas! for gret ruthe of this gret vengeaunce,
Gret doyl it is to se this watyr so wyde!
But ȝit thankyd be God of this ordenaunce,
That we be now savyd on lyve to abyde.