Haue he þe malisun to-day
Of alle þat eure speken may!
Of patriark, and of pope!
And of prest with loken kope!
Of monekes, and hermites boþe![19]
And of þe leue holi rode,
Þat god him-selue ran on blode!
Cursed be he by north and south!
Crist warie him with his mouth!
Waried wrthe he of norþ and suth!