821 Anvil where thou shalt smitten be, when men occasion find, Is friendship's form without consenting mind.

822 Friendship of those who seem our kin, but are not really kind, Will change from hour to hour like woman's mind.

823 To heartfelt goodness men ignoble hardly may attain, Although abundant stores of goodly lore they gain.

824 'Tis fitting you should dread dissemblers' guile, Whose hearts are bitter while their faces smile.

825 When minds are not in unison, 'tis never just, In any words men speak to put your trust.

826 Though many goodly words they speak in friendly tone, The words of foes will speedily be known.

827 To pliant speech from hostile lips give thou no ear; 'Tis pliant bow that shows the deadly peril near!

828 In hands that [salute] weapon often hidden lies; Such are the tears that fall from foeman's eyes.

829 'Tis just, when men make much of you, and then despise, To make them smile, and slay [the false tie] in friendship's guise.

830 When time shall come that foes as friends appear, Then thou, to hide a hostile heart, a smiling face may'st wear.