| | Wel oughte vs worche & ydelnes withstond | |
| 15 | And though men drede neuer forto dye | |
| | Yet se men wel be reson doutles | |
| | That ydelnesse is hotyn slogardrye | |
| | Of whiche ther comyth neuer no good encrees | |
| | And syn that slougthe her holdith in a lees | |
| 20 | Only forto slepe and ete and drynke | |
| | And to deuouryn al that othir swynke | |
| | And forto put vs from suche ydelnes | |
| | That cause is of so gret confusion | |
| | I haue here doon my feithful besines | |
| 25 | Aftir the legend and translacion | |
| | Right so thy glorious lyf and passion | |
| | Thou with thy garlond wrought of rose of lilye | |
| | The mene I mayde and martir saint Cecily | |
| | And thou that flour art of virginis alle | |
| 30 | Of whom that Bernard list so wel to wryte | |
| | To the at my firste begynnynge I calle | |
| | Thou comfort of vs wrecchis do me endite | |
| | Thy maydens deth that whan thorou her merite | |
| | The eterne lyf thou graunte of the fend victory | |
| 35 | As men mowe aftir rede in her story | |
| | Thou mayde and moder doughter of thy sone | |
| | Thou welle of mercy synful soulis to cure | |
| | In whom that god of bounte chaas forto wone | |
| | Thou humbil and high ouer euery creature | |
| 40 | Thou noblist so ferforth ouer nature | |
| | That no disdeigne thy maker had of kynde | |
| | His sone in blood and flessh to clothe & wynde | |
