| 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 | |