strange
That even
our loves
should
with our
fortunes
change;For
'tis a
question
left us
yet to
prove,
Whether
love lead
fortune,
or else
fortune
love. The
great man
down, you
mark his
favourite
flies;The
poor
advanced
makes
friends of
enemies.
And
hitherto
doth love
on fortune
tend; For
who not
needs
shall
never lack
a friend,
And who in
want a
hollow
friend
doth try,
Directly
seasons
him his
enemy.
But,
orderly to
end where
