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Alas! deceite that in truste is nowe,
Duble as Fortune, turning as a balle,
Brotylle at assay like the roten bowe:
Who trusteth to trust is redy for to falle.
Suche gyle is in trust almost overalle
That in pointe a man no frende finde shalle:
Wherfore, beware of trust, after my devise!
Trust to thyselfe, and lerne to be wise.
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