Epigram 18 (Scilla were I in loue with brauerie,)

Scilla were I in loue with brauerie,
With caualeers, and with the gallant crew.
With captaines, soldiers, and such men as you
I neuer would forsake the company.
But if a word passe vnaduisedly.
If eyther iest or earnest please you not.
Out flies the dagger, friendship is forgot.
Stabbing is but a common courtesye.
And though the stranger catch it now and than,
The newe acquaintance at his first repaire.
And he that meets you in the street or fayre.
Yet for the most your friend is your first man
How should I dare loue him, which dares defend,
He is no man which dares not stab his friend?