1Haue in mynde to god is worschip [ay],
For myche pride comeþ of þe yuel day,1 [1-1 More for goddes frenshyp than the worldes worshyp]
Mi leue child.
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Instead of lines 160-187, the Trin. Coll. MS. has the following:
] Whanne þou art a wijf, a neiȝbore for to be, [page 110] Line 160 Loue þan weel þi neiȝboris, as god haþ comaundide þee; It bihoueþ þee so for to do, And to do to þem as þou woldist be doon to. If ony discorde happen nyght or daye, Line 164 Make it no worse, meende it if þou may, Mi leue child.My leef chylde.Moche shame be they worthy, & sorow wolle hem betydeThat maketh hyr housbondes poore þorow her moche pryde.Be fulle wyse, doughtyr, & An howsewyfe good;Aftyr the wrenne hath veynes let þou hyr blood.Hys thryft wexeth thynne þat spendeth or he wynne,My leef chylde.Syt nat vp long At euyn As A gase with the cuppeTo sey wessayle, & drynke heylle, Our syrys thryft ys vppe,But go to bedde betyme, & A morow ryse blyue,And so þou shalt, my leve chylde, bothe wynne & thryue,Alle ease may nat falle to hym þat thryue shalle,My leef chylde.With ryche Roobys and garlondes, & with ryche thyng,Counterfete no lady as thy hosbond were a kyng.With suche as he may the ayde, apayde shalt þow be,That no countenaunce be lost for cause of thee:Ouyrdone pryde maketh nakyd syde, .My leef chylde.Loke welle abowte; for no þyng þat þow lete;Take the keyes in to þy warde, be they nat foryete;Bethynke the welle in þought; let for no queyntyse;And but yef þow do so, þou dost nat as the wyse.For who þat loueþ hym sylf best, Most may lyue in rest,My leef chylde.Sorow [A mistake for 'Borow.'] nat to blythely, ne take nat þy hyre furst,But the more nede hyt make or the grettyr byrst.Make the nat ryche with other mennys thyng,Ne neuyr the boldyr to spende a farthyng;For what soeuer þou haue to done,Borowyd thyng wylle homeMy leef chylde.And yeue þy meyny her hyre at her terme day,Whether they abyde stylle or wende away;Yeue þou hem of thyne owne, & so wysely thee weldeThat þy frendys haue Ioy of thee, both yong And elde:Thy thryft ys þy frendes myrthe.
And if þou schalt be a riche wijfe, Be þan not to hard,
But weelcome faire þi neiboris þat comen to þee warde
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With mete, drinke, & honest chere, Such as þou maist to hem bede,
To ech man after his degre, & help þe poore at neede;
and also for Hap þat may bitide,
