The fruite of feyned frendes. +
I N choyse of frends what hap had I; to chuse one of Sirens kinde, Whose harpe, whose pipe, whose melodie could feede my eares & make me blind: Whose pleasaunt voyce made me forget, that in sure trust is great deceipt, In trust I see is treason found, and man to man deceiptfull is. (5) And where as treasure doth abounde, of flatterers there do not misse, Whose painted speach, and outward shew, do seeme as frendes and be not so.
Would I haue thought in thee to be, the nature of the Crocadill, +Which if a man a sleepe may see, with bloudy thirst desires to kill: And then with teares a while gan weepe, that death of him thus slaine a sleepe (10) O fauell + false, thou traitour borne, what mischief more might thou deuise: Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne, and him to wound in sundry wise, Which still a frend pretendes to be, and art not so by proofe I see. Fie, fie, vpon such trecherie. W.H. If such false shippes do haunt the shore, (15) Strike downe the sayle and trust no more.
A Dialogue betwene a Gentleman and his Loue. +
A. S Hall I no way win you, to graunt my desire? B. What woman will graunt you, the thing you require? A. You onely to loue me, is all that I craue, B. You onely to leaue me, is all I would haue. (5) A. My deare alas, now say not so, B. To loue you best, I must say no, A. Yet will I not flit, B. then play on the bit: A. I will, B. do still, A. yet kill not, B. I will not, A. Make me your man, B. beshrew me than.
(10) A. The swifter I follow, then you flie away, B. Swift haukes in their flying, oft times misse their pray, A. Yet some killeth deadly, that flie to the marke: B. You shall touch no feather, therof take no carke, A. Yet hope shall further my desire: (15) B. You blow the coales, and rayse no fire, A. Yet will I not flit,B. then play on the bit: