For though you look never so broad, and stare, Ye shall not win a mite on that chaffare, 4886 But wasten all that ye may rape and renn. 4887 Withdraw the fire, lest it too fastë brenn; 4888 Meddle no morë with that art, I mean; For if ye do, your thrift 4889 is gone full clean. And right as swithe 4890 I will you tellë here What philosóphers say in this mattére.