To worchep ȝour God is alle ȝour blysse.
He that is and evyr xal be
Of hefne and helle ryche kynge,
In erth hath chosyn poverté,
And alle ryches and welthis refusynge.
Maria. Goth, husbond, in oure lordys blyssynge,
He mote ȝow spede in alle ȝour nede,
And I xal here abyde ȝour aȝen comynge,
And on my sawtere-book I xal rede.
Now blyssyd be oure Lord ffor this,