And so men mihte han i-had a quarter noht ȝore
i-gon;
So can God make wane, ther rathere was won.
And thanne gan bleiken here ble, that arst lowen so loude,
And to waxen al hand-tame that rathere weren so proude.
A mannes herte mihte blede for to here the crie
Off pore men that gradden, “Allas! for hungger I die 400
up rihte!”
This auhte make men aferd of Godes muchele miht.
And after that ilke wante com eft wele i-nouh,