So was hir joly whistle wel ywet.

Thurgh thikke and thurgh thenne. 10

The gretteste clerkes been noght the wisest men.

“Tehee!” quod she, and clapte the wyndow to.

Yet in our asshen olde is fyr yreke.

And broghte of myghty ale a large quart.

Jhesu Crist, and seiynte Benedight, Blesse this hous from every wikked wight.

This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passing to and fro. Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.

What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.

Myn be the travaille, and thyn be the glorie!