Nor blame thou nothing thou sees with thine eye;
Daughter, I thee pray, bear thee so well
That all men may say thou art true as steel;
For wise men and old
Say good name is worth gold,
My lief dear child.
Sit not at even too long at gaze with the cup,
For to wassail and drink all up;
So to bed betimes, at morn rise belive,
And so may thou better learn to thrive.