Onto the cety-ward he is now comyng,
Wherefore dresse ȝow with alle dew dylygens,
To honowre hym as ȝour makere and kyng.
And to fulfylle the prophetys prophesé,
Upon an asse he wole hedyr ryde,
Shewing ȝow exawmple of humylyté,
Devoydyng the abhomynable synne of pryde.
Wheche hath ny conqweryd alle the werd wyde,
Grettest cause of all ȝour trybulacyon,
Use it ho so wole, for it is the best gyde,