human
Ac Robert Renaboute Shal noght have of myne, Ne postles, but thei preche konne And have power of the bisshope; Thei shul have payn and potage, And make hemself at ese, For it is an unreasonable religion That hath right noght of certein.
gpt
For-pynede sherewe! Wiltow or neltow, We wol have oure wille Of thi flour and of thi flesshe, 4110 Fecche whanne us liketh; And maken us murye thermyde, Maugree thi chekes.
human
For tho wasten and wynnen noght, 4120 And that ilke while Worth nevere plentee among the peple, {127} The while my plowgh liggeth.
gpt
Or thow shalt abigge by the lawe, By the ordre that I bere!
human
I was noght wont to werche, quod Wastour, 4130
gpt
And now wol I noght bigynne;