If for a bit of Bread he starve.
This is the pitty I do find,
That when I had it was so kind,
To him that said he was my friend,
I'de give him Wine and Money lend;
But now myself I have undone,
My Company all men do shun.
Let this my case a warning be,
That none may play the Fool like me:
A greater plague there cannot be,