Styff as a stykke and may nowth plyght.
ffor I dede tempte this mayde so bryght,
And helde aȝens here pure clennes,
In grett myscheff now am I pyght:
Alas! alas! ffor my lewdnes.
O lord of myght! thou knowyst the trowthe,
That I have evyr had dred of the;
On every power wryght evyr I have rowthe,
And ȝove hem almes for love of the.
Bothe wyff and wedowe that askyght for the,