Nec amicis, nec cognatis fidendum

THE Partrich building in the ripened wheate,
Did charge her young, (while she abroade did flie,
With tender care, to search about for meate,)
To marke the talke, of those that passed by:
Ere long there came, the owner of the corne,
Who said by frendes, next day it should be shorne.

There is no daunger, quoth the old one yet,
Be still a while, I once abroade againe,
Then heard they, he his kinsmen would intreate,
Without delay, to fell that feild of graine:
Some feare there is, quoth Damme, but if he saies,
Hee'le come himselfe, then time to goe our waies.