Thyng that neded hym noght,
And nyme it, if he myghte.
"Clerkes kenne me
That Crist is in alle places;
Ac I seigh hym nevere soothly,
But as myself in a mirour:
[In ænigmate tunc facie ad faciem.]
And so I trowe trewely,
By that men telleth of charité,
It is noght chaumpions fight,