Wysely ransake and trye the trewthe owth,
Whethyr I be fowlyd, or a clene may.
Hic tangit Salomee Mariæ, et cum arescerit manus ejus ulverando, et, quasi flendo, dicit,
Salomee. Alas! alas! and weleawaye!
ffor my grett dowth and fals beleve,
Myne hand is ded and drye as claye!
My fals untrost hath wrought myscheve!
Alas! the tyme that I was born,
Thus to offende aȝens Goddys myght!
Myn handys power is now alle lorn,