ȝitt on ȝour modyr have ȝe sum thought,
And be nevyr more so longe fro me.
As to my thynkynge, these days thre,
That ȝe absente have ben away,
Be more lengere in ther degré
Than alle the space of xij. ȝere day.
Jhesus. Now, ffor to plese my modyr mylde,
I xal ȝow folwe with obedyence;
I am ȝour sone and subjecte childe,
And owe to do ȝow hyȝ reverence.