Both tre and frute and bestys echone,
Red and qwyte, bothe blew and blake,
Thou ȝeve hem name be thiself alone,
Erbys and gresse both beetes and brake;
Thi wyff thou ȝeve name also.
Lok that ȝe not ses,
ȝowre ffrute to encres,
That ther may be pres
Me worchipe for to do.
Now come fforthe Adam to paradys,