Every one that flatters thee  
  Is no friends in misery.  
  Words are easy, like the wind;  
  Faithful friends are hard to find.  
  Every man will be thy friend  
  Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;  
  But if store of crowns be scant,  
  No man will supply thy want.
Ode, l. 29. - Poems: In Divers Humours (1598)











