Lever 2951 I had to dien on a knife, Than thee offendë, dearë truë wife. For Goddë’s sakë, think how I thee chees, 2952 Not for no covetisë 2953 doubtëless, But only for the love I had to thee. And though that I be old, and may not see, Be to me true, and I will tell you why. Certes three thingës shall ye win thereby: First, love of Christ, and to yourself honoúr, And all mine heritagë, town and tow’r. I give it you, make charters as you lest; This shall be done to-morrow ere sun rest, So wisly 2954 God my soulë bring to bliss! I pray you, on this covenant me kiss. And though that I be jealous, wite 2955 me not;