O sudden hap! O thou fortúne unstable! Like to the scorpión so deceiváble, 2929 That fhatt’rest with thy head when thou wilt sting; Thy tail is death, through thine envenoming. O brittle joy! O sweetë poison quaint! 2930 O monster, that so subtilly canst paint Thy giftës, under hue of steadfastness, That thou deceivest bothë more and less! 2931 Why hast thou January thus deceiv’d, That haddest him for thy full friend receiv’d? And now thou hast bereft him both his eyen, For sorrow of which desireth he to dien. Alas! this noble January free, Amid his lust 2932 and his prosperity Is waxen blind, and that all suddenly. He weeped and he wailed piteously; And therewithal the fire of jealousy (Lest that his wife should fall in some follý) So burnt his heartë, that he wouldë fain,