And I xal spede the betyr and have more gras,
In what place that evyr I be;
On knes to ȝow I falle.
I pray ȝow, fadyr, and modyr dere,
To blysse ȝour owyn dere dowtere,
And pray ffor me in alle manere,
And I ffor ȝow alle.
Joachym. Almyghty God, he mote the blysse,
And my blyssynge thou have also;
In alle goodnesse ged the wysse,