Your cook to season all sae fine,
Then does employ his pain.
To see your servants may you gang,
And look your maidens all amang,
And, gif there ony wark be wrang,
Then bitterly them blame:
Then may ye have baith quoifs and kells,[296]
Hich candie ruffs, and barlet bells,
All for your wearing and nought els,
Made in your house at hame.