On the Faithlessness and Venality of his Times
by James Graham
Unhappy is the man
In whose breast is confined
The sorrows and distresses all
Of an afflicted mind.
Th'extremity is great,
He dies if he conceal,
The world's so void of secret friends
Betrayed if he reveal.
Then break afflicted heart!
And live not in these days,
When all prove merchants of their faith,
None trust what other says.
For when the sun doth shine,
Then shadows do appear;
But when the sun doth hide his face,
They with the sun retire.
Some friends as shadows are,
And fortune as the sun;
They never proffer any help
Till fortune first begin.
But if in any case
Fortune shall first decay,
Then they, as shadows of the sun,
With fortune run away.