These are they who are hidden rocks in your love-feasts when they feast with you, shepherds that without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn leaves without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;
Þese ben in her metis, feestynge togidere to filþe, with out drede fedinge hemsilf. Þese ben cloudis with out watir, þat ben borun aboute of þe wyndis; heruest trees with out fruyt, twies deed, drawun vp bi þe roote;