A fayre white ȝerde everyche of ȝow ȝe bryng,
In hyght.
Tary not, I pray ȝow;
My lord, as I say ȝow,
Now to receyve so
Is fulle redy dyght.
Joseph. In great labore my lyff I lede,
Myn ocupasyon lyth in many place,
ffor febylnesse of age my jorney I may nat spede;
I thank the, gret God, of thi grace!