Nothyng, serys, so wele plesyth me,
Nor no lyff that man may lede,
As thei that levyn in charyté;
In efne I xal reward here mede.
The day is come,—I must procede
ffor to fulfylle the prophecy;
This nyth for me ȝe xal han drede,
Whan noumber of pepyl xal on me cry.
ffor the prophetys spoke of me,
And seydyn of deth that I xuld take;