9 The herte delitith in oynement, and dyuerse odours; and a soule is maad swete bi the good counsels of a frend.10 Forsake thou not thi frend, and the frend of thi fadir; and entre thou not in to the hous of thi brothir, in the dai of thi turment. Betere is a neiybore nyy, than a brothir afer.