In peace thou eat and ever eschew
To quarrel at board—that may thee rue.
If thou make mows in any wise
A villainy thou catchest or ever thou rise,
Let never thy cheek be great with meat,
Or morsel of bread that thou shalt eat.
An ape’s mow men say he makes
That bread and flesh in his cheek bakes.[[172]]
If any man speak that time to thee,
And thou shalt answer, it will not be