Where fayth nor frendship may no while endure:
Hee whom hee trusteth most, to gayne a grote
Will fall him from, and assay[1806] to cut his throate:
Among the knaues and slaues where vice is rooted,
There is no other frendship to bee looked.
32.
With slashers, slaues, and snuffers so falshode is[1807] in price,
The simple fayth is deadly sinne,[1808] and vertue counted vice:
And where the quarell is so vile and bad,
What hope of ayde then is there to bee had?