Bot þis tokenyng bifalle, so dooþ me in-to prisoun!
Lorde, my body is to ȝoure wille [MS. willelle.] ;
þeiȝ ȝee willeþ me þerfore spille,
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Ich it wil take in þolemodenesse,
Als god graunte vs heuene blisse;
And lete vs neuere þerof mysse,
þat we ne moten þider wende in clennesse!
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Amen, amen, so mote it be,
And lete vs neuere to oþere waye tee!
Who so wil speke myd me, Adam þe marchal,
In stretforþe-bowe he is yknowe, & ouere al.
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Ich ne shewe nouȝth þis forto haue mede,
Bot for god almiȝtties drede;
¶ ffor it is sooþ. [[Follows, The Jest of Alisaunder, printed in Weber's Romances, vol. i.
"DIuers is þis myddelleredeTo lewed Men & to lerede;Bysynesse / care & sorouȝIs myd Man vche morowȝe." (&c.)]]
