Wheche aperyth among ȝow a matere to spelle.
I am norssher of synne to the confusyon of man,
To bryng hym to my dongeon ther in fyre to dwelle.
Ho so evyr serve me, so reward hym I kan,
That he xal syng weleaway ever in peynes ffelle.
Lo! thus bountevous a lord than now am I,
To reward so synners, as my kend is;
Whoso wole folwe my lore and serve me dayly,
Of sorwe and peyne anow he xal nevyr mys.
ffor I began in hefne synne for to sowe,