Mi leg was hent all with a brere.
þis brere forsoþe dide me grijf,
And soone it made me to turne aghe,
For he bare written in every leef,
þis word in latyn, revertere.
'I knelid and pullid þe brere me fro,
And redde þis word ful hendeli;
Myn herte fil doun unto my too,
þat was woont sitten ful likingly.
I leete myn hauke and feysaunt fare,