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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