Sonnet: In trust lies treason

The fowlest friends assumes the fairest formes,
The fairest Fields doth feed the fowlest Toad:
The Sea at calm'st most is to stormes,
In choysest fruit the canker makes aboad.
So in the shape of all belieuing trust,
Lyes toad inuenomd treason cooched close,
Till like a storme his trothles thoughts out burst,
Who canker-like had laine in trusts repose.
For as the fire within the flint confinde,
In deepest Ocean still vnquencht remaines:
Euen so the false though truest seeming minde,
Despight of truth the treason still retaines.
Yet maugre treason trust deserueth trust,
And trust suruiues when treason dies accurst.