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Rh If thou liue long, and art growne fatte, ome blat of dipleaure may call thee to Coram. So art thou chopt vp, the lawe proceedeth on thee, and hortly all the fatte and greae thou hat gotten before melteth into the Princes Cofers. Howbeit, I may tell it to thee (be it poken without offence of beates of vndertanding) there is good prouiion made to the contrarie now adayes. For what o euer becometh of themelues they make all ure that they can: let the carkas go where it will, the fatte and greae they haue gathered is betimes dipoed to others for feare of that they looked for. And thus all thinges are preuented by polycie. I ay no more. This is the worlde, and o it goeth. Keepe this in minde and harcken further. If fortune fauour thee o that thy Maiter make uch account of thee, as he commeth to ake thy counell in anye thing: doe not as many Counellors doe, and thoe that are in etimation with Princes: which thinking to pleae them, giueth them counell according to the profite they finde for them, and according to the Princes paion, I maye not aye, will, and right. But bee thou bolde to ay truely and vprightly, not looking in any bodies face. If thy Maiter houlde happen to frowne upon thee, and that he were angrie, in