Now is he as pore as I,
Wormys mete is his body,
His sowle in helle ful peynfully
Of develis is al to-torn.
Alle men dwellyng upon the grownde,
Beware of me, be myn councel;
ffor feynt felachep in me is fownde, —
I kan no curtesy, as I ȝow tel;
ffor be a man nevyr so sownde,
Of helthe in herte nevyr so wel,