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
advanc'd
