Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe
Thát no drope ne fille upon hire brist;
In curteisie was set ful muchel hir list.
(= She could carry the food beautifully in her mouth / So that no drop would fall on her breast / She enjoyed doing everything with great courtesy)
Not much to see here, folks. More courtly stuff at the expense of religious devotion.
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