8 “Nis him nan lað: he rest hine; eaðe he mæg arisan, þeah he slape and liccete untrymnesse.”
Monige cweðað to minum mode þæt hit næbbe nane hæle æt his Gode.
Cweþað cuðlice: “Wuton cunnian, hwænne hine god læte swa swa gymeleasne; þonne we hine forgripen and his geara ehtan; syþþan he ne hæbbe helpend ænne.”