¶ After mete when þou shalt wasshe,
Spitt not in basyn, ne water þou dasshe;
Ne spit not lorely, for no kyn mede,
Be-fore no mon of god for drede.
¶ Who so euer despise þis lessoun ryȝt,
At borde to sitt he hase no myȝt.
Here endys now oure fyrst talkyng,
Crist graunt vs alle his dere blessyng!
¶ Here endithe þe [first] boke of curtasye.