| | I haue hym tolde al myn hert | |
| | It nedith nomore to speke of it sayde he | |
| 390 | But yf it list of myn humylite | |
| | Yeue me than of thy good to make our cloister | |
| | Sayde he for many a muskle & meny an oyster | |
| | When othir men haue been ful wel at ese | |
| | Haue been our food our cloister forto reyse | |
| 395 | And yet god woot vnnethe our fundement | |
| | Parfourmed is ne of our chirche ful pament | |
| | Ther is not a tile with ynne our wonys | |
| | Be god we owe fifty pound for stonys | |
| | Now help Thomas for hym that harowed helle | |
| 400 | Or ellis moste we our bokis selle | |
| | And yf men lacke our predicacion | |
| | Than goth the worlde al to destruccion | |
| | For who so wol fro this worlde vs bereue | |
| | So god me saue Thomas be your leue | |
| 405 | He wolde bereue out of this worlde the sonne | |
| | For who can teche and worke as we konne | |
| | And that is nat of litil tyme quod he | |
| | But seth Ely was or Elyse | |
| | Haue freris be that fynde I of recorde | |
| 410 | In charite y thanked be our lorde | |
| | Now Thomas help for saint charite | |
| | And doun anon he sittith on his kne | |
| | This sik man wext nygh wood for yre | |
| | He wolde that the frere hadde be a fyre | |
| 415 | With his fals dissimulacion | |
| | Suche thingis as ben in my possession | |
