And þe king ful sone it yaf
Vbbe in þe hond, wit a fayr staf,
And seyde, “her ich sayse þe
In al þe lond, in al þe fe.”
He founds a priory of black monks for Grim’s soul,
Þo swor hauelok he sholde make,
Al for grim, of monekes blake
A priorie to seruen inne ay
Ihesu crist, til domesday,
For þe god he haueden him don,