Us to comforte with sum solace,
Tyl that oure sorwe doth slake and sclyde.
Primus consolator. ȝow for to comforte at every tyde,
We xalle dwelle here bothe nyght and day,
And God that made this werd so wyde,
Be ȝowre comforte, that best may.
Hic quartus consolator et nuncius loquitur Jhesu dicens,
Quartus consolator. Heyl, holy prophete, Jhesu by name!
Martha and Mawdelyn, tho systeryn too,
Recommende hem to ȝour hyȝ fame,