That helle hownde that hatyth the byddyth hym ho,
Thi love man no lengere lete hym kepe.
Justicia. Mercy, me mervelyth what ȝow movyth,
ȝe know wel I am ȝour syster Ryghtwysnes,
God is ryghtfful and ryghtffulnes lovyth,
Man offendyd hym that is endles,
Therfore his endles punchement may nevyr sees;
Also he forsoke his makere that made hym of clay,
And the devyl to his mayster he ches,
Xulde he be savyd? nay! nay! nay!