For þose be folke þat ar to drede.
¶ Yf any thurgh sturnes þe oppose,
Onswere hym mekely and make hym glose:
But glosand wordys þat falsed is,
Forsake, and alle that is omys.
¶ Also yf þou haue a lorde,
And stondes by-fore hym at þe borde,
While þat þou speke, kepe welle þy honde,
Thy fete also in pece let stonde,
¶ His curtasé nede he most breke,—