Into thi lyvys ende.
Thou wyckyd worm fful of pryde,
ffowle envye syt be thi syde,
Upon thi gutt thou xalt glyde,
As werm wyckyd in kende.
Tyl a maydon in medyl-erth be borne,
Thou ffende I warn the beforn,
Thorwe here thi bed xal be to-torn,
On wombe awey thou wende.
Diabolus. At thi byddyng ffowle I falle,