For they have made ready their heart like an oven, while they lie in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.
For þei applieden her herte as an ouene, whanne he settide tresoun to hem. Al þe niyt he slepte bakynge hem, in þe morewtid he was maad hoot, as þe fier of flawme.