Warne3 hym for þe wynter to wax ful rype;
He dryues wyth dro3t þe dust for to ryse.
Fro þe face of þe folde to fly3e ful hy3e;
Wroþe wynde of þe welkyn wrastele3 with þe sunne,
Þe leue3 lancen fro þe lynde, & ly3ten on þe grounde,
& al grayes þe gres, þat grene wat3 ere;
Þenne al rype3 & rote3 þat ros vpon fyrst,
& þus 3irne3 þe 3ere in 3isterdaye3 mony,
& wynter wynde3 a3ayn, as þe worlde aske3
no sage.