Alexander fayre sone leve thy beestly desyres of thy flesshly appetyte, for they be corruptibles. The flesshely desyres draweth thy hert to beestly corrupcyon of the soule without ony dyscrecyon, & dryeth the body of man. Wotest thou what flesshely love bredeth? It bredeth avaryce, avaryce bredeth desyre, desyre bredeth rychesse, and maketh a man without care, to be a proude man, without lawe, and a thefe. Theft bryngeth a man to shame, and fynall destruccyon of his body.