Thou xalt sone be withinne a sted,
Therfore this frute thou ete.”
Adam. Off Goddys wysdam for to lere,
And in kunnyng to be his pere,
Of thyn hand I take it here,
And xal sone tast this mete.
Adam dicet sic.
Alas! alas! ffor this fals dede,
My flesly frend my fo I fynde,
Schameful synne doth us unhede,