For of fortunes sharpe adversite,
The worst kind of infortune is this,—
A man that hath been in prosperite,
And it remember whan it passed is.
Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1625.
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He helde about him alway, out of drede,
A world of folke.
Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1721.
One eare it heard, at the other out it went.[6:1]