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The fruites of Foes.
BI Plutarks lore of mortal foes,
Learne ye yt list some fruit to take,
For fruits inough, he doth disclees
Wherof I wil, you partners make
In olde time past, mē only sought,
The hurtfull beastes, their foes to kyll,
Of other spoyle, they nothyng thought,
But so to saue themselues from ill.
But others came then afterwarde,
Whose sleight was such, those beastes to slay:
As they thereto had small regarde,
Except they myght obtaine some pray.
Their fleshe to eate, they vsde therfore,
And with their wolle, themselues to cladde,
Their milke and galle they kept in store:
To heale suche griefes, as sicke men hadde.
And of their hydes, they harnes made,
Themselues to arme, on euery syde:
That they might aye in safety wade
Against all force, that might betyde.
Loe thus by foes, no hurt to take,
It did not them at all suffise,
Except they might such great gaine make:
As they themselues could best deuise.