Vnto me dere broder my loue and my herte

Turmente me no more with thyn othes grete

Come vnto my Ioye and agayne reuerte

From the deuylles snare and his sutyl net

Beware of the worlde all aboute the set

Thy flesshe is redy by concupyscence

To burne thy herte with cursed vyolence

Thoughe these thre enmyes do sore the assayle

Vpon euery syde with daungerous iniquite

But yf thou lyst / they may nothynge preuayle

Nor yet subdue the with all theyr extremyte

To do good or yll / all is at thy lyberte

I do graunte the grace thyn enemyes to subdue

Swete broder accepte it theyr power to extue

And ye kynges and prynces of hye noblenes

With dukes and lordes of euery dygnyte

Indued with manhode wysdome and ryches

Ouer the comons hauynge the soueraynte

Correcte them whiche so do tere me

By cruell othes without repentaunce

Amende be tyme lest I take vengeaunce

Vnto the man I gaue commaundement

Not to take the name of thy god vaynfully

As not to swere but at tyme conuenyent

Before a Iuge to bere recorde truely

Namynge my name with reuerence mekely

Vnto the Iuge than there in presence

By my name to gyue to the good credence

A my brederne yf that I be wrothe

It is for cause ye falsly by me swere

Ye knowe yourselfe that I am very trothe

Þet wrongfully ye do me rente and tere

ye neyther loue me nor my Iustyce fere

And yf ye dyde ye wolde full gentylly

Obeye my byddynge well and perfytely