Owt of Latyne into Englysshe

Justyce now is dede;
Trowth with a drowsy hede,
As heuy as the lede,
Is layd down to slepe,
And takith no kepe;
And Ryght is ouer the fallows
Gone to seke hallows,
With Reason together,
No man can tell whether:
No man wyll vndertake
The first twayne to wake;
And the twayne last
Be withholde so fast
With mony, as men sayne,
They can not come agayne.