O, þou!
Pisse babie!
Þou thinkest þou art swa fukkynge agheful.
Þou art moste bostful for a man with swich a smal kart.
Ye, loke upon þin armes.
Þin armes loken so verray frele.
Þei loken as smal reeds.
Ich may use þem als thache.
Ich may weven þem.
Ich coude maken them in-to parchemyn
uppon hwilch thou may writen a lovelettre unto me
hwilch Ich wille andswaren nat!