In friendly sort, that lasted but a while;
And of all old dislikes they made faire weather,
Yet all was forg’d and spred with golden foyle,
That vnder it hidde hate and hollow guyle.
Ne certes can that friendship long endure,
How euer gay and goodly be the style,
That doth ill cause or euill end enure:
For vertue is the band, that bindeth harts most sure.
Thus as they marched all in close disguise[37] xxx
Of fayned loue, they chaunst to ouertake