The eye that mocketh at his father, And despiseth to obey his mother, The ravens of the valley shall pick it out, And the young eagles shall eat it.
Crowis of þe stronde picke out thilke iye, þat scorneth þe fadir, and þat dispisith þe child beryng of his modir; and þe briddis of an egle ete þat iye.