This day or nyght.
My lorde ȝow sent this tydyng,
To rest yow knygges in rych clothyng,
And whan ȝe rysyn and goo to your dwellyng,
Tak home the wey fulle ryght.
Whether that ȝe be wakyn or slepe,
My lorde God xalle yow kepe,
In goode tyme ȝe dede downe drepe
To take ȝowr rest.
Herowdys to the devyl he tryste,