| | Beth waar for noman woot how god wol smyte | |
| | In no degre ne in no maner wyse | |
| 280 | The worm of conscience wol a ryse | |
| | Of wickid lif though it so priuy be | |
| | That noman woot of but god and he | |
| | Whethir that he be lewd man or lerid | |
| | He noot how sone he may be a ferid | |
| 285 | Therfore I rede you this counsel take | |
| | Forsake synne or synne you forsake | |
| | ¶ Here endith the Phisicions tale . And | |
| | begynneth the Pardoneris prolog . | |
| | O | Vr oste gan swere as he were wood | |
| | Harow quod he be naylis and be blood | |
| | This was a fals thef a cursid Iustice | |
| | As shameful deth as herte can deuyse | |
| | So falle on his body and on his bonys | |
| | To the deuyl I betake hym attonys | |
| | Allas to dere boughte she her beaute | |
| | Wherfore I say that al men mow se | |
| | That yeftis of fortune and of nature | |
| 10 | Been cause of the deth of meny a creature | |
| | Her beaute was her deth I dar wel sayn | |
| | Allas so pitously as she was slayn | |
| | But here of wol I not procede as now | |
| | Men haue ful ofte more harme than prow | |
| | But trewly myn owen maister dere | |
| | This is a pitous tale forto here | |
| 15 | But natheles passe ouer is no force | |
| | I pray to god so saue thy gentil corps | |
