Maria Egyptiaca eet in þyrty wynter / Bote þre lytel loves. and love was her souel / Ich can nat rekene hem ryght now. ne reherce here names / That lyveden þus for oure Lordes love.
Mary of Egypt ate in thirty winters / But three little loaves. And love was her sowl [drink]. / I cannot reckon them right now. Nor rehearse here names / That lived thus for our Lord's love.]