Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree,
King. But fall vnshaken, when they mellow bee.
King. Most necessary 'tis, that we forget
King. To pay our selues, what to our selues is debt:
King. What to our selues in passion we propose,
King. The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
King. The violence of other Greefe or Ioy,
King. Their owne ennactors with themselues destroy:
King. Where Ioy most Reuels, Greefe doth most lament;
King. Greefe ioyes, Ioy greeues on slender accident.
King. This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
King. That euen our Loues should with our Fortunes change.
King. For 'tis a question left vs yet to proue,
King. Whether Loue lead Fortune, or else Fortune Loue.
King. The great man downe you marke his fauourites flies,
King. The poore aduanc'd, makes Friends of Enemies:
King. And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend,
King. For who not needs, shall neuer lacke a Frend:
King. And who in want a hollow Friend doth try,
King. Directly seasons him his Enemie.