¶ Kutte withe your knyf your brede, and breke yt nouhte;
A clene Trenchour byfore yow eke ye lay,
And whenne your potage to yow shalle be brouhte,
Take yow sponys, and soupe by no way,
And in youre dysshe leve nat your spone, I pray,
Nor on the borde lenynge be yee nat sene,
But from embrowyng the clothe yee kepe clene.
¶ Oute ouere youre dysshe your heede yee nat hynge,
And withe fulle mouthe drynke in no wyse;
Youre nose, your teethe, your naylles, from pykynge,