The over-basin they hold, never the whether,[[295]]
While the carver pours water into the nether;
For a pipe there is inside so clean,
That water devoids,[[296]] of silver sheen.
Then sets he the nether, I understand,
In the over and voids with either hand,
And brings to the ewerer where he came fro.
To the lord’s boards again doth go,
And lays four trenchers the lord before,
The fifth above, by good lore.