So moch we seeth of sorow and strif,
And lite ther is of worldis winne,
Hate and wreth ther is wel rive,
And trew love is ful thinne:
Men that beth in heiiȝist live
Mest i-charged beth with sinne.
Fals and lither is this lond,
As al dai we mai i-se:
Therin is bothe hate and onde,—
Ic wene that ever so wol be.