I walk to my pore place,—
I aske fforgyfnes, I have mysthought.
Now is the tyme sen at eye,
That the childe is now to veryfye,
Whiche xal save mankende,
As it was spoke be prophesye;
I thank the, God, that syttys on hye,
With hert, wyl, and mende,
That evyr thou woldyst me bynde
To wedde Mary to my wyff,