| Wol euery wight or that the cook croweth | |
| And wold do ony thing that hym oweth | |
35 | Fastynge drynke of this welle a draughte | |
| As that holy Iew our eldris taughte | |
| His bestis and his stoor shal multiplye | |
| And syris also it helith ielousie | |
| And though a man befalle in gelous rage | |
40 | Leet make with this watir his potage | |
| And neuer shal he more his wyf mystryste | |
| Though he the defaute by her wiste | |
| Al had she take prestis two or thre | |
| Here is a meteyn eek ye may se | |
45 | He that his hond wol put in that meteyn | |
| He shal haue multiplyyng of his greyn | |
| Whan he hath sowen be it whete or otys | |
| So that he offre pens or ellis grotis | |
| And men and women o thing warne I yow | |
50 | If ony wight be in this chirche now | |
| That hath doon synne horrible that he | |
| Dar not for shame shryuyn be | |
| Or ony woman be she yong or olde | |
| That hath ymaad her husbond Cokeolde | |
55 | Suche folk shal haue no power ne grace | |
| To offir to my relikes in this place | |
| And who so fyndith hym out of suche blame | |
| Comyth vp and offir in goddis name | |
| And I assoyle hem by the auctorite | |
60 | Suche as by bull was grauntid me | |
| By this gaude haue I wonne many a yeer | |