We þe swa muchel ⁊ swa ofte mis doð. we muȝen eðe us adrede.
Adam and his of sprung for are bare sunne.
Wes fele undret wintre an helle pine ⁊ an unwunne.
þa þe ledden hore lif mid unriht ⁊ mid wrange.
210 buten hit gode`s´ milce do ho sculen bon þer wel longe.
Godes wisdom is wel muchel ⁊ alswa is his mihte
⁊ nis his milce naut lesse. ac bi þan ilke iwichte.
Mare he ane mei for ȝeuen. þen | al folc gulte cunne.
Sulf douel mihte habben milce. ȝif he hit bigunne.
215 Þa þe godes milce secheð; he iwis mei ha ifinden.