And werke us meche wrake, bothe wreche and woo:
Sorwe and care he wyl sone strewe,
Alle oure gode days than xulde sone be goo;
And alle oure lore and alle oure lawe he wyl downe hewe,
And than be we alle lorn, if that it be soo,
He wylle don us alle tene.
He wylle be Lorde over hevyn and helle,
And ffeche awey alle oure catelle,
Therfor shewe now sum good counselle,
What comfort may best bene.