ffor hungyr in peyn stronge am I pyght,
And bred have I non myn hungyr for to slake,
A lytel of a loof relese myn hungyr myght,
But mursele have I non my comforte for to make;
This suffyr I, man, for the.
ffor thi glotenye and metys wronge,
I suffyr for the this hungyr stronge,
I am afferde it wyl be longe
Or thou do thus for me.
Sathan. The Sone of God if that thou be,