[MS. Harl. 2253, fol. 61, vo; reign of Edw. II.]

Lord that lenest us lyf, ant lokest uch an lede,

For te cocke with knyf nast thou none nede;

Bothe wepmon ant wyf sore mowe drede,

Lest thou be sturne with strif, for bone that thou bede,

in wunne

That monku[n]ne

Shulde shilde hem from sunne.

Nou hath prude the pris in everuche plawe;

By mony wymmon un-wis y sugge mi sawe,