And loke þou ſpeke no lowde worde.
And, chyld, wyrſhep thy fader and thy moder,
And loke þat þou greve noþer on ne oþer,
But euer among þou ſhalt knele adowne,
And aſke here bleſſyng and here beneſowne.
And, chyld, kepe thy cloþes fayre & clene,
And lete no fowle fylth on hem be ſene.
Chyld, clem þou not ouer hows ne walle
For no frute[3], bryddes, ne balle;
And, chyld, caſt no ſtonys ouer men hows,