In outward shew, a winning heartinesse,

And, steale the deare affections they have sought,

From those, to whom they meant, nor promis'd ought.

Then, will they, if advantage come thereby,

Make all their Deeds, for want of Words, a ly.

Among Dissemblers, in things temporall,

These Raskalls are the ver'est Knaves of all.


No Emblem, can at full declare,
How fickle, Minds-unconstant are.