Classic Poem

Tutivillus, the devil of hell,
He writeth har names, sothe to tell,
Ad missam garulantes.

Better wer be at home for ay
Than her to serve the Devil to pay,
Sic vana famulantes.

Thes women that sitteth the church about,
Thay beth all of the Develis rowte,
Divina impedientes.

But thay be still he will hem quell,
With kene crokes draw hem to hell,
Ad puteum autem flentes.

For his love that you der boght
Hold you still and jangle noght,
Sed prece deponentes.

The bliss of Heven than may ye win.
God bring us all to his in,
"Amen, amen,' dicentes.