Small sparkes and spinthers of divine light
As one same ground indifferently doth breed
Their scintillation or their trepidation
The sky is of a dead milk-white
Me rewis that the worlde began.
Newes war sparpelit athort the countrey
Round cinereous bodies
We must be sparesome now
Your groat meal, and gray meal; sand, dust, and seeds
Counterfayted of brimstone and quicke siluer.
Men and wyfmen and children deserited
We dydon swa swa ∂u us hete
I quitted all the rest
The yeax and vomite followed
Very dark green, almost black
In a reuen dych myn mete is don.
We bei∂ all siker of godes behate
Sa hawtane and dispitous
He makth him siek, whan he is heil
Destroyeth the myght and the rygour of the sowle.