FORTUNE WEARIES WITH CARRYING ONE AND THE SAME MAN ALWAYS. CHANGE OF FORTUNE IS THE LOT OF LIFE. The fage who said in antient days: "When the strong-box contains no more, Both friends and flatt'rers fhun the door," Is daily feen on every hand: “Grease the fat fow! all help! all aid!" 'Tis eafy rowing in the wake Thus 'tis in life, we conftant fee DONEC eris felix, multos numerabis amicos : Aspicis ut veniant ad candida tecta columbæ, * Plutarch. ALL IS LUCK OR ILL LUCK IN THIS WORLD. DETTE FRIENDS AND MULES FAIL ՏՈ AT HARD PASSES. Wan ALL THE WORLD WILL BEAT THE MAN WHOM FORTUNE BUFFETS. A' THINGS HAE AN END, AN' A PUDDING HAS TWA. Horrea formicæ tendunt ad inania nunquàm: Nullus ad amissas ibit amicus opes. Utque comes radios per solis euntibus umbra est : Cùm latet hic pressus nubibus, illa fugit : Mobile sic sequitur fortunæ lumina vulgus? Quæ simul inductâ nube teguntur, abit.-OVID, i. Trist. 8. Op ledige solders en komen geen Kalanders.-Dutch Proverb. WER da liegt, über dem läuft alle Welt hin.-German Proverb. Guai à chi non ha niente. VRIENDEN sijn vrienden, maer wee diese van doen heeft. A BON vent chaque sainct aide. IN borsa serrata, amico non si trova. VRIENDEN in der noot FELICIUM omnes consanguinei. MEN kent geen vrient als in der noot; DIEWEIL die Henn' Eier legt, legt man ihr auch.-Old German Proverb. WHILE the Pot boils, Friendship blooms. IN Prosperity Friends are numerous and cheap. INFELICIUM nulli sunt affines. L'HOMME pauvre est toujours en pais étranger.-JUAN RUFO, Apoph. 541. THE Vulgar find Friends neither in Prosperity nor Adversity: because in the former they know nobody, and that in Adversity nobody will know them.-GRACIAN. INTEREST makes all seem Reason that leads to it.-DRYDEN, Sec. Love. The noblest Friendship ever shown, The Saviour's history makes known, Though some have turned and turned it: And whether being crazed or blind, Or seeking with a biassed mind, Have not, it seems, discerned it.-COWPER. ALL BITE THE BITTEN DOG. ག་, THE OLDER ONE GROWS, THE MORE ONE LEARNS. T A WHEN MAN'S COAT IS THREADBARE, THE MORE SERVANTS, THE WORSE SERVICE. W HILST I did fhine fierce Boreas put me out, Againe he kindles me at the fecond bout: As fometimes did the clowne, now Boreas doth, The billow whom it caft into the maine, Fortune throwes downe, then raiseth from the ground; Loffes prove good to fome; whom Greece condemnd, Be not cast downe, dispaire not at mischance, A HOLE IN IT. |