The erthe xal qwake, bothe breke and brast,
Beryelys and gravys xul ope ful tyth,
Ded men xul rysyn and that ther in hast,
And ffast to here ansuere thei xul hem dyth,
Beffore Godys fface.
But prente wyl this in ȝour mende,
Who so to God hath be unkende,
ffrenchep ther xal he non ffynde,
Ne ther get he no grace.
Tertius vexillator.