Meat and drink with kind cheer, the more shall be thy meed [reward],

Each man after his state, and give the poor at need For happen what may betide, love thy neighbour

beside thee, my dear child.

Look to thy daughters so well that they be not forlorn [ruined]

From the time that they be of thy body born;
Gather thou must fast for their marriage

And give them soon to a man when they be of age.
Maidens be lonely and nothing sure, my dear

child.

And if thou love thy children look thou hold them low
If any of them do amiss curse them not nor blow
But take a smart rod and beat them all by row,

Till they cry "mercy!" and their guilt be acknowledged.

The dear child needs learning my dear child.

Borrow not blithely nor take thou any loan
But the more need there is or the more force
Make thee not too rich of other man's things
The bolder to spend the worth of a farthing.
Berrowed things will home, my dear child.

Give thy attendants their hire at their term day
Whether they still remain or they go away;

Be thou wise, wife, of thy own that thou hast in thy

power,

That thy friends have joy of thee, both young and old, Thy thrift is thy friend's mirth, my dear child.

Now haue I taught þe doughter / so dide my modir

me

Thenk per on bothe nyght 4 day / forzete nought þise

pre

Haue mesure lowenesse & forthought / Pt I haue pe

taught

What man pt þe wedde schalle / þan is he nought

bycaught

Better were a childe vnborne pan bntaught my kost €

childe

Now thrifte & thedam mot þou haue / my leue swete

barn

Of alle oure forme fadres / þ1 euer ware or arn

Of patriarkes of prohetis / pt euer were o lyue

Here blessynge mote puo haue / ₫ wele mote pou

thryue

CTele is pe childe þat þryue may my dere childe.

Explicit expliciat ludere scriptor eat.

TH

Now have I taught thee daughter, as did my

mother me

Think on her both night and day, forget not

these three

Have moderation, lowliness and forethought that I have taught thee,

Whatever man shall wed thee, then is he not becaught Better were a child unborn than untaught my dear

child.

Now thrift and prosperity mayest thou have, my dear sweet child

Of all our ancestors, that ever were or are,

Of patriarchs, of prophets that ever were alive,
Their blessing mayest thou have and well mayest
thou thrive.

Well is the child that may thrive my dear child.
Explicit expliciat ludere scriptor eat.

Printed for Jeffrey Chorlton, and are to be sold at his shop, at the great north door of St. Paul's.