There is no treasure the which may be compared unto a faithful
friend;
Gold some decayeth, and worldly wealth consumeth, and wasteth in
the winde;
But love once planted in a perfect and pure minde indureth weale
and woe;
The frownes of fortune, come they never so unkinde, cannot the
same overthrowe.
- edited by John Payne Collier,
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