And sett nevyr ȝour hert amys,
Upon this werdlys vanyté.
ffor if thou sett thi love so sore
Upon ryches and werdly good,
Thi wurdly rycches thou takyst evermore
Evyn for thi God, as man ovyr wood;
Amend the, man, and chaunge thi mood,
Lese not thi sowle for werdlys welthe,
Only hym love whiche bodyly ffood