Thenke what thou wilt, but speke ay with the leeste;
Avyse thee wel who stondeth thee besyde;[3]
Let not thyne herte beo with thy tonge bewryde;
Trust not to muche in fayre visayginge,
For peynted cheere shapeth efft to stynge.[4]
Byholde thy selff, or that thou other deme;
Ne beo not glad whane other done amyss;[5]
Sey never al that which wolde the sothe seme,[6] 10
Thou maist not wite what thy fortune is:[7]
For there is no wight on lyve iwyss[8]