Look thy hands be washéd clean,
That no filth on thy nails be seen.
Take thou no meat till grace be said,
And till thou see all things arrayed.[[55]]
Look, my son, that thou not sit,
Till the ruler of the house thee bid.
And at thy meat, in the beginning,
Look on poor men that thou think;[[56]]
For the full stomach ever faileth
To understand what the hungry aileth.