Another Way

When once you haue false fortunes fickle wheele,
perceyude with paine, and tryde with troubled toyle:
The sound to see, and forged friend to feele,
it is not harde, for falshed hath the foyle.
If then you finde that Fortune stands your foe,
let wisedome welde your wit, and all your wayes:
So fayned friends their fayth that doe forgoe,
shall be ashamde, and you attaine to prayse,
For though the wheele with care do cast you downe,
Yet P ALLAS playes, when Fortune false doth frowne.
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