All-weldand God bat al has wroght, I worshippe oe als is worthye, That with thy brightnes has me broght Owte of my rea[l]me, riche Arabie, I shall noght seys tille I haue sought What selcouth thyng ir sall syngnyfie, God graunte me happe so pat I myghte Haue grace to gete goode companye, And my comfort encrese With thy sterne schynyng shene; For certis, I sall noght cesse Tille I witte what it mene.