When thy parentes downe to the table shall syt,
In place be ready for the purpose most fyt;
With sober countenance, lookynge them in the face,
Thy hands holding up, thus begin Grace;
“Geve thankes to God with one accorde
For that shall be set on this borde,”
And be not careful what to eate,
To eche thynge lyvynge the Lord sends meate;
For foode he wyll not se you peryshe,
But wyll you fede, foster and cheryshe;