Dissidia inter aequales, pessima
The Swallowe swifte, dothe beare unto her neste
The Grasshopper, that did no daunger feare,
For that shee thought, the lov'de togeather beste,
Bycause they both, observ'de one time of yeare,
And bothe, did joye theire jarring notes to sounde,
And neare the house they bothe, theire dwellings founde.
Yet time, and tune, and neighbourhood forgotte,
For perfect frende, a tyrant shee became,
Which taxeth those, whome God dothe heare allotte
Like gifts of grace, to winne a lasting name,
Yet Envie soe theire vertues doth deface,
It makes them foes, to them theie should imbrace.