And sores not well salued doe breake out of newe,
So hatred hidden in an irefull harte,
Where it hath had long season to brewe,
Upon euery occasion doth easely renewe:
Not failyng at last, if it bee not let,
To pay large vsury besides the due det.
24.
Euen so it fared by this frendship fayned,
Outwardly sounde, and inwardly rotten:
For whan the kinge’s fauour in seeming was gayned,