Betokens mocking of thyself, in all the eyes of men.
If spitting chance to move thee so thou canst it not forbear,
Remember, do it modestly, consider who is there.
If filthiness or ordure thou upon the floor do cast,
Tread out and cleanse it with thy foot—let that be done with haste.
Thy head, let that be combed and trimmed, let not thy hair be long;
It is unseemly to the eye, rebukéd by the tongue.
If in thy tale thou hammering[[359]] stand, or coughing twixt thy words,
It doth betoken a liar’s smell—that’s all that it affords.
To belch or bulch like Clitipho,[[360]] whom Terence setteth forth,