. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fol. 189r Naveth my saule bute fur and ys, and the lichome eorthe and treo.

Bidde we alle then heye Kyng that welde schal the laste Dom, That he us lete that ilke thing that we mowen his wille don, He us skere of the tything that sunfule schulle anunderfon,line5 Hwenne Deth heom lat to the murehthe that never ne byth undon. Amen.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fol. 189r My soul has nothing but fire and ice, and the flesh earth and tree.

Let us all then pray to the high King who governs the final Doom, That he grant us that very thing by which we may enact his will, And let us escape the tiding the sinful ones receive,line5 When Death keeps them from the mirth never to be undone. Amen.