'Sathan, devoyded off al grace,
Haveth ther hys dwellyng place.
In thylkë dyrkë ffyr, (nat bryht,) [Stowe folio 347a]
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Ther he lyht, [[lythe Tib., lyethe St.]] bothe daye and nyht;
And A-mong the smokys blake,
Ther he gan hys bed to make.
And wyth that ffyr despytous,
He maketh folkys amerous; [[A double Illumination in Tib.: on the left a man kissing and embracing a woman; on the right two men playing at dice.]]
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And with the flawme he kan enbrace,
ffolkys hertys to han solace
In worldly Ioyë (at A word)
Mor than in ther sovereyn lord.
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'The folkys wych, in ther desyr,
That nyht and day brenne in thys ffyr,
Ar thylkë ffolkys (fynally)
Wych that brenne so fervently,
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Worldly goodys, whan they be-gynne,
To encressyn and to wynne,
Gret tresour to multeplye;
In the wych they mor affye
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Inwardly, in ther entent,
Than in the lord, that al hath sent.
fflowynge and ebbynge in thys se,
Som tyme with gret prosperyte,
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Somwhyle, whan the tourn [[towr St., tourne Tib.]] doth varye,
The world they fynde to hem contrárye;
Al goth to wrak; they may nat chese;
And thogh so fallë that they lese,
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And fynde ffortune in nowncerteyn, [[no certayne St., nown certeyne Tib.]]
Yet they wylle hem awntre [[aventer St., aventure hem Tib.]] ageyn
To sayllen in [[on Tib.]] thys perillous see,
So ful off mutabylyte;
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ffor the hootë smoky ffyr
Neuere quencheth, in her desyr.
And by his [[his Tib., St., C. burnt]] sleyhtys, thus Sathan, [folio 281b]
He hath deceyvyd many A man. [[St. & C.]]
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Let now se, and make no Iape, [[St. & C.]]
