I am an old man, so God me spede,
And with a wyff now to levyn in drede,
It wore neyther sport nere game.
Episcopus. Aȝens God, Joseph, thou mayst not stryve,
God wyl that thou a wyff have;
This fayr mayde xal be thi wyve,
She is buxum and whyte as lave.
Joseph. A! shuld I have here? ȝe lese my lyff:
Alas! dere God, xuld I now rave?
An old man may nevyr thryff