Homward aȝen now returne ȝe,
And in this temple abyde we xalle,
To servyn God in Trinyté.
Joachym. A! mercyfful Lord, what is this lyff?
What have I do, Lorde, to have this blame?
ffor hevynes I dare not go hom to my wyff,
And amonge my neybores I dare not abyde ffor shame.
A Anne! Anne! Anne! al oure joye is turnyd to grame,
ffrom ȝour blyssyd ffelacheppe I am now exilyd,
And ȝe here onys of this ffowle fame,