To selle it yt were more skylle,
And bye mete to poer men.
The box was worthe of good moné,
iij.c. pens, fayr and fre,
This myght a bowht mete plenté.
To ffede oure power kene.
Jhesus. Pore men xul abyde;
Ageyn the woman thou spekyst wronge.
And I passe forthe in a tyde,
Off mercy is here mornyng songe.