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Seneca.
Such a frend þou miht haue sikerliÞat þou were bettre haue an enemy;
Þat on of þi moneye haþ hede ne cure,
Þat oþur naþ wiþ hym no mesure
To Borwe of þe ne of ofte comyng
Ne to soiourne at his likyng.
Such frendschupe þe greue schal more parde
Þen þat oþeres enemiȝte.
[Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||