Good husbond, ryse up, I beseke ȝow,
And go we to the temple now fast
To wurchep God with that we mow,
And thank hym bothe, this is my cast
Of the tyme that is comynge now;
ffor now is cum mercy, and venjauns is past:
God wyl be born for mannys prow,
To brynge us to blysse, that ever xal last.
Contemplacio. Lystenyth, sovereynys, here is a conclusyon,
How the Ave was mad here is lernyd us;