fol. 179v Weole, thu art a waried thing; unevene constu dele. Thu yevest a wrecche weole ynouh, noht thurh his hele. Wyth freomen thu art ferly feid with sauhte, and make heom sele. The poure i londe naveth no lot with riche for to mele.

fol. 179v Wealth, you’re a cursed thing; unjustly do you deal. You give a wretch wealth enough, but nothing for his well-being. With gentlemen you’re curiously joined in peace, and give them joy. The poor of the land get no portion by which to mingle with the rich.