| | Many a man ouerthrowen hath she | |
| | Beth waar be this ensampil yong and olde | |
| | Lucifer though he an aungil were | |
| 10 | And nat a man at hym I wil begynne | |
| | For thy fortune may nat aungel dere | |
| | From high degre yet fyl he for his synne | |
| | Doun in to helle where he is yet ynne | |
| | O Lucifer brightist of aungellis alle | |
| 15 | Now art thou sathanas that maist not twynne | |
| | Out of misery which thou art falle | |
| | Lo Sampson which was anunciat | |
| | Be the aungel longe or his natiuite | |
| | And was to god almighty consecrat | |
| 20 | And stood in nobles whilech he mighte se | |
| | Was neuyr such another as was he | |
| | To speke of strengthe and therto hardines | |
| | But to his wyuys tolde he his secre | |
| | Thorough whiche he slow hym self for wrecchidnes | |
| 25 | Sampson this nobil and mighty champioun | |
| | Withoute wepen saue his hondis twey | |
| | He slough and al to rente the lioun | |
| | Toward his weddynge walkyng be the wey | |
| | His fals wif coude hym plese and prey | |
| 30 | Til she his counsel knew and she vntrewe | |
| | Vnto his foos his counsel gan bewrey | |
| | And hym forsook and took another newe | |
| | An hundrid foxis took Sampson for Ire | |
| | And al her tailis he to gedir bonde | |
| 35 | And sette the foxis tailis al on fyre | |