Lordings, by this ensample, I you pray, Beware, and takë keep 5007 what that ye say; Nor tellë never man in all your life How that another man hath dight his wife; He will you hatë mortally certáin. Dan Solomon, as wisë clerkës sayn, Teacheth a man to keep his tonguë well; But, as I said, I am not textuel. But natheless thus taughtë me my dame; “My son, think on the crow, in Goddë’s name. My son, keep well thy tongue, and keep thy friend; A wicked tongue is worse than is a fiend: My sonë, from a fiend men may them bless. 5008 My son, God of his endëless goodnéss Wallëd a tongue with teeth, and lippës eke, For 5009 man should him advisë, 5010 what he speak. My son, full often for too muchë speech