In clene sowle with al my myght,
In presence of the Trinyté.
Joseph. To be purefyed have ȝe no nede,
Ne thi son to be offryd, so God me spede;
ffor fyrst thou art ful clene,
Undefowlyd in thought and dede;
And anothyr, thi son withowtyn drede,
Is God and man to mene.
Wherefore it nedyd not to bene,
But to kepe the lawe on Moyses wyse;