Nor in your sauce will dip your fingers deep.
Well can you carry a morsel, and well keep,
That not a drop e'er falls upon your breast.
In courtesy your pleasure much doth rest.
Your dainty upper lip you wipe so clean,
That in your cup there is no farthing seen
Of grease, when you have drunk; and for your meat,
Full seemly bend you forward on your seat.
Chaucer.
10. You have a natural, wise sincerity,