Who hath that conning by wisdam or prudence

Who hath that conning by wisdam or prudence
To know whether his frende be feint or stable?
Ther is no creature, I trow, that hath that science

To know his frende — the world is so mutable,
And frenship is double and vary diseivable;
The mouthe seithe ane, the hert thinketh another;
Alas to say, it is full lementable,
Unneth a man now may truste his owne brother.
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