“The seste confort is thet ure Laverd, hwen he tholeth thet we beon i-temptet, he pleieth with us as the moder with hire yunge deorling, flith from him ant hut hire,
ant let him sitten ane ant lokin yeorne abuten, cleopien, ‘Dame! Dame!’ ant wepen ane hwile - ant thenne with spredde earmes leapeth lahhinde forth, cluppeth ant
cusseth ant wipeth his ehnen. Swa ure Laverd let us ane i-wurthen other-hwile, ant withdraheth his grace, his cunfort ant his elne, thet we ne findeth swetnesse i na thing thet we wel doth, ne savur of heorte, ant thah i thet ilke point ne luveth us ure Laverd neaver the leasse, ah deth hit for muche luve.”