He fedith for lust more than[1] he doth for nede.
[Sidenote 1: MS. that.]

[37]

And whan the borde is then [as] of s_er_uice, 253
Not replenyshide wyth gret diuercite,
Of mete and drincke good chere may than suffice,
Hit is A signe of gret humanite, 256
Wyth gladsom chere than fulsom for to be;
The poet seyth howe that the poure borde
Men may encrese wyth cherefull wille and worde.

[38]

And o thing, my childe, I warne you vndirstonde,
Specially for your_e_ owne honeste,
In the water wasschith so clene your_e_ hande, 262
That your_e_ towell neuer ensoyled be
So foule that hit be lothely vnto se;
Wasschith wyth watir_e_ till your_e_ handis be clene,
And in your_e_ clothe ther shall no spotte be sene.


[Sidenote: _Hill's Text._]

¶ Beware, my chyld, of laughynge ou_er_ mesure;
Ne at _th_e borde ye shall[e] no nayles pare,
Ne pyke yo_u_r teth w_i_t__h knyf, I you ensure. 248
Ete at yo_u_r messe, & other_e_ folk_i_s spare;