And the patthe betwyn bothyn, that may not wry,
Schal be hope and drede to walk in perfectly,
Declynyng not to fele, for no maner nede;
Grete cawsys I xal sheve ȝow why,
That ȝe xal sowe the patthe of hope and drede.
On the mercy of God to meche ȝe xal not holde,
As in this wyse behold what I mene;
ffor to do synne be thou no more bolde,
In trost that God wole mercyful bene.
And yf be sensualyté, as it is ofte sene,