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My sonne, if thou bee surety for thy friend, it thou hast stricken thy hand with a stranger,

Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, thou art taken with the wordes of thy mouth.

Doe this now, my sonne, and deliuer thy selfe, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend: goe, humble thy selfe, and make sure thy friend.

Giue not sleepe to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.

Deliuer thy selfe as a Roe from the hand of the hunter, and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.