Now, good men, God forgive you your trespáss, And ware 3662 you from the sin of avaríce. Mine holy pardon may you all waríce, 3663 So that ye offer nobles or sterlings, 3664 Or ellës silver brooches, spoons, or rings. Bowë your head under this holy bull. Come up, ye wives, and offer of your will; Your names I enter in my roll anon; Into the bliss of heaven shall ye gon; I you assoil 3665 by minë high powére, You that will offer, as clean and eke as clear As ye were born. Lo, Sirës, thus I preach; And Jesus Christ, that is our soulës’ leech, 3666 So grantë you his pardon to receive; For that is best, I will not deceive.