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XVIII The Yang Chih Shui; allusive. One party asserts good faith to another, and protests against people who would make them doubt each other. 1 Fretted its waters seem, Yet gently flows the stream:— A bundle of thorns ’twill not bear. p. 101 Our brethren are so few; There are but I and you:— Let nothing our friendship impair. People's words don't believe; They are meant to deceive:— Their purpose is but to ensnare. 2 Fretted its waters seem, Yet gently flows the stream:— A bundle of wood ’twill not bear. Our brethren are so few; There are only we two:— Let nothing our friendship impair. Trust not the people's breath; They don't deserve your faith:— Their purpose is but to ensnare.
Source: Internet Sacred Text Archive, file cfu/bop/bop095.htm.
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