Wickednesse ant sunne,
Hit is lutel wunne
that maketh the body smerte.
For al is grete poer, ȝet he wes y-laht;
Falsnesse ant swykedom, al hit geth to naht;
Tho he wes in Scotlond, lutel wes ys thoht
Of the harde jugement that him wes bysoht
in stounde.
He wes four-sithe for-swore
To the kyng ther bifore,