Stryve not as doth the crokke with the wal.
Daunte thiself, that dauntest otheres dede;
And trouthe shal delyvere, it is no drede.
That the is sent, receyve in buxumnesse;
The wrestlyng for the worlde axeth a fal.
Here is non home, here nys but wyldernesse.
Forth, pylgryme, forth! forth, beste, out of thi stal!
Know thi contré! loke up! thonk God of al!
Hold the heye weye, and lat thi gost the lede;
And trouthe shal delyvere, it is no drede.
[L'envoy]
Therfore, thou Vache, leve thine olde wrechednesse;
Unto the world; leve now to be thral.
Crie hym mercy, that of hys hie godnesse
Made the of nought, and in espec{i}al
Draw unto hym, and pray in general
Cease now to be slaved 

Truth