(Kikuka no chigiri)
Green, green grows the spring willow. 120 But never plant it in your garden. Never pick a falsehearted man for a friend.
Although the willow may bud early, does it hold up when autumn's first wind blows? A falsehearted man makes friends easily, but he is fickle. Whereas the willow for many springs takes on new colour, a falsehearted man will break off with you and never call again.
In the province of Harima in the town of Kako 121 there dwelt a scholar whose name was Hasebe Samon. He lived a poor but honest life, and except for the books that kept him company 122 he hated being tied down by any possessions. Samon had an aged mother, who was in no way less virtuous than that of Mencius, 123 and she constantly worked at spinning to help her son do as he wished. A younger sister had been brought up in the Sayo household in the same village. This family, which was extremely rich and prosperous, recognised the character of the Hasebe mother and children and took the young girl in marriage. The two families thus became closely related. On one pretext or another, the Sayos would sometimes send food and other presents, but Samon never accepted them, saying, 'Should a man bother others for what his own mouth eats?'
One day Samon went to pay a visit to an acquaintance in the town, and he and his host enjoyed themselves, talking about modern times and olden days. Then, he heard through the wall the anguished voice of a man crying pitifully in pain. Samon inquired about it, and the master of the house replied, 'It seems to be a man from the Western provinces. He said that he fell behind his travelling companions, and he asked me to put him up for the night. Because he carried himself like a warrior and there was nothing common about him, I took the man in. But