Behold, all ye that kindle a fire, that gird yourselves about with firebrands; walk ye in the flame of your fire, and among the brands that ye have kindled. This shall ye have of my hand; ye shall lie down in sorrow.
Lo! alle ye kyndlynge fier, and gird with flawmes, go in þe liyt of youre fier, and in þe flawmes whiche ye han kyndlid to you. Þis is maad of myn hond to you, ye schulen slepe in sorewis.