| | As he that is your seruaunt euerideel | |
| | Thankid be god that yaf you soule & lyf | |
| 100 | Yet saw I nat to day so fair a wyf | |
| | In al the chirche so god saue me | |
| | Ye god amende the fantis sir quod she | |
| | Algatis welcome ye be by my fey | |
| | Gramercy dame that haue I founde alwey | |
| 105 | But of your grete goodnesse be your leue | |
| | I wolde praye you that ye you not greue | |
| | I wol with Thomas speke a litil word | |
| | Thyse Curatouris ben not worth a tord | |
| | To gropen tenderly a mannys conscience | |
| 110 | In shrifte and in preching is my diligence | |
| | And study on Petris wordis and Poulis | |
| | I walke aboute and clense mennys sowlis | |
| | To yelde Ihesu crist his proper rent | |
| | To sprede his wordis is al myn entent | |
| 115 | Now be your leue dere sire quod she | |
| | Chidith hym wel for saint charite | |
| | He is ay angry as is a pissemyre | |
| | Though that he haue al that he can desire | |
| | Though I hym wrye and make hym warm | |
| 120 | And ouer hym ley my leg and myn arm | |
| | He gronyth lik our boor lith in our sty | |
| | Other disport of hym right noon haue I | |
| | I may not plese hym in no maner caas | |
| | O Thomas Ie vous dy Thomas Thomas | |
| 125 | This makith the fend this most be amendid | |
| | Ire is a thing that holy god offendith | |
