thou whereof a rakel 5018 tonguë serveth? Right as a sword forcutteth and forcarveth An arm in two, my dearë son, right so A tonguë cutteth friendship all in two. A jangler 5019 is to God abomináble. Read Solomon, so wise and honouráble; Read David in his Psalms, and read Senec’. My son, speak not, but with thine head thou beck, 5020 Dissimule as thou wert 5021 deaf, if that thou hear A jangler speak of perilous mattére. The Fleming saith, and learn if that thee lest, 5022 That little jangling causeth muchë rest. My son, if thou no wicked word hast said, Thee thar not dreadë 5023 for to be bewray’d;