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A Satyr, which in olde time was counted God of the woods, walking abroade, found a way∣faring man couered with snow and nighe dead with cold: on whom taking pitie, he brought him into his den, and made a fire & cherished him. It hapned that the Satyr espied him breathing on
his hands, wherof demaunding the cause, he an∣swered: to heate his hands. And being set down to meate, the traueler blowed on fryed barley that was on his trencher. He asked agayn, why he did so? to coole it (quod he.) Then the Satyr draue him out of his denne, and told him that he wold harbor none that had so variable a mouth.
MOR Deale not with that man, which hath a double hart, or is vnstable in his words.