Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?
Wo to hym þat ayen seith his maker, a tiel stoon of erþe of Sannys. Wheþer clei seith to his pottere, What makist thou, and thi werk is withouten hondis?