Who the poor hath lovéd,
My lief child.
When thou sittest in the church, o’er thy beads bend;
Make thou no jangling with gossip or with friend.
Laugh thou to scorn neither old body nor young,
But be of fair bearing and of good tongue.
Through thy fair bearing
Thy worship hath increasing,
My lief child.
If any man offer thee courtship, and would marry thee,