Wycliffe(i)
1 Sones, here ye the teching of the fadir; and perseiue ye, that ye kunne prudence.
2 Y schal yyue to you a good yifte; forsake ye not my lawe.
3 For whi and Y was the sone of my fadir, a tendir sone, and oon `gendride bifore my modir.
4 And my fadir tauyte me, and seide, Thin herte resseyue my wordis; kepe thou myn heestis, and thou schalt lyue.