Off olde men and ȝunge;
Off many a thinge that is in londe,
Whoso coude it understonde,
So have I told wid tongue.
Riche and pore, bonde and fre,
That love is god, ȝe mai se;
Love clepeth ech man brother;
For it that he to blame be,
Forȝif hit him par charité,
Al theih he do other.