22.
These griefes remembred with all the remnaunt,
Hourded in his harte hate out of measure,[302]
Yet openly in shewe made hee no semblaunt,
By word or[303] by deede to beare displeasure:
But loue dayes dissembled doe neuer endure,[304]
And who so trusteth a foe reconcylde,
Is for the most part alwayes beguilde.
23.
For as fyre ill quencht will vp at a starte,