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 Of violent birth but poor validity; Which now, like fruit unripe; sticks on the tree, But fall unshaken when they mellow be. Most necessary 'tis that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt; What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion endings doth the purpose lose. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy; Where joy most revels grief doth most lament; Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not 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