A fained friend by proofe I finde to be a greater foe, Then he that with a spightful minde, doth seeke my overthrow. For of the one I can beware, With craft the other breedes my care. Such men are like the hidden Rocks, which in the Seas doe lie: Against the which each Ship that knocks, is drowned sodainly. No greater fraud, nor more unjust, Then false deceit hid under trust.