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I doth write unto thee concerning a friend, who, though once esteemed, hath of late been sorely remiss in matters of courtesy and honour, such that I can no longer forbear but must lay my complaint at thy feet.
This fellow, who once spake in words fair and deeds honourable, hath now shown himself a knave of low fidelity. He doth break promises as one breaketh dry twigs beneath his heel, leaving me sorely aggrieved and in want of good company. Oft he doth pledge his presence, yet fail to appear; many a time hath he vowed to lend his aid, yet withdrawn it without cause, leaving me in great disadvantage and ill repair. His wit, once bright as steel, hath now turned to rust, and his heart, once steadfast, doth now waver like a leaf in a tempest.
By my hand, I am, Thy faithful servant,