Of an enemie.

NO simple mynde maie thriue a daie,
The suttell Snakes seeks out suche sleight:
Then looke thou arme thy self I saie,
With face of Brasse, the feelde to feight.
And neuer yeeld, the race to ronne,
Till courage hath the conquest wonne.

Suspecte the worste, and woorke the beste,
And sharpe thy witts, to sheeld the harme:
And seeke the Serpents in their neste,
Although in hols, the Adders swarme.
When craft is curbde with cunnyng skill,
A simple minde shall haue his will.