For affliction cometh not forth from the dust, Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;
Eþer whethir a thing vnsauery may be etun, which is not maad sauery bi salt? Eþer wheþer ony man may taaste a thing, which tastid bryngith deeth? For whi to an hungri soule, yhe, bittir thingis semen to be swete; tho thingis whiche my soule nolde touche bifore, ben now my meetis for angwisch.