. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fol. 189rNaveth my saule bute fur and ys, and the lichome eorthe and treo.
Bidde we alle then heye Kyngthat welde schal the laste ,That he us lete that ilke thingthat we mowen his wille don,He us skere of the tything that sunfule schulle anunderfon,line5Hwenne Deth heom lat to the murehthethat never ne byth undon. Amen.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fol. 189rMy soul has nothing but fire and ice,and the flesh earth and tree.
Let us all then pray to the high Kingwho governs the final Doom,That he grant us that very thingby which we may enact his will,And let us escape the tidingthe sinful ones receive,line5When Death keeps them from the mirthnever to be undone. Amen.