So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in partition.

I am not merry, but I do beguileThat thing I am by seeming otherwise.

The seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest.

So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.

He would say untruths and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning

Though this be madness, yet there is method