Talke not of friends, the name thereof is nought,
Then trust no foes, if frendes theire credit loes:
If foes and frendes of on bare earth were wrought,
Blame nere of both though both one nature shoes:
Grace passeth kinde where grace and vertue floes,
But where grace wantes make foes and frends alike,
The on drawes sworde the other sure will strike.
66.
I prou’d that true by tryall twenty times,
When Wolsey stoode on top of fortune’s wheele.