Ne mai no man therin libbe,
What throȝ coveitise and throȝ onde.
Thoȝ lafful man wold hold is lif
In love, in charité, and in pes,
Sone me ssul compas is lif,
And that in a litil res.
Prude is maister and coveitise,
The thrid brother men clippith ond;
Niȝt and dai he fondith i-wisse
Lafful men, to hab har lond.