A weake poore soule, that fortune doth forsake
In hard extreames, from world her leave may take.
54.*
From those that fall, such as doe rise doe run:
The sound with sicke doe seldome long abide:
Poore people passe as shadowes in the sun,
Like feeble fish, that needes must follow tyde:
Among the rich a beggar soone is spied:
When weake Shore’s wife had lost her staffe of stay,
The halt and blind went limping lame away.