[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,