Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Y woot, þat thou maist alle thingis, and no thouyt is hid fro þee [Note: Joob wiste wel, þat in remembringe his riytfulnesse he suffride sum stiring of veynglorie, which is wont to come liytly in siche thingis, yhe, in men þat ben perfit.  in preisinge my riytfulnesse.  in enqueringe ouer myche þe resouns of Goddis domes. ].