P. King. I do believe you think what now you speak;
But, what we do determine oft we break.
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This world is not for aye: nor ’tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change.
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The great man down, you mark his favorite flies;
The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
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For who not needs shall never lack a friend;