That wrecche that was to the so unkende,
He may not have to meche wo.
He dyspysyd the and plesyd thi ffo,
Thou art his creatour and he is thi creature,
Thou hast lovyd trewthe, it is seyd evyr mo,
Therfore in peynes lete hym evyrmore endure.
Misericordia. O ffadyr of mercye and God of comforte,
That counselle us in eche trybulacion,
Lete ȝour dowtere Mercy to ȝow resorte,
And on man that is myschevyd have compassyon.