Trewly of every tre.
O tre I kept for my owe,
Lyff and deth therin I knowe,
Thi synne fro lyf now the hath throwe,
ffrom deth thou mayst not fle.
Adam. Lord I have wrought aȝens thi wylle,
I sparyd nat mysylf to spylle,
The woman that thou toke me tylle,
Sche brougth me therto.
It was here counselle and here reed,