Er he watȝ war in þe wod of a won in a mote.
Abof a launde, on a lawe, loken vnder boȝeȝ,
Of mony borelych bole, aboute bi þe diches;
A castel þe comlokest þat euer knyȝt aȝte,
Pyched on a prayere, a park al aboute,
With a pyked palays, pyned ful þik,
Þat vmbe-teȝe mony tre mo þen two myle.
Þat holde on þat on syde þe haþel auysed,
As hit schemered & schon þurȝ þe schyre okeȝ;
Þenne hatȝ he hendly of his helme, & heȝly he þonkeȝ