Unhappy is the Man
In whose Breast is confin'd
The Sorrows and Distresses all
Of an afflicted Mind.

The Extremity is great,
He dies if he conceal,
The World's so void of secret Friends,
Betray'd if he reveal.

Then break afflicted Hearts,
And live not in these Days,
When all prove Merchants of their Faith,
None trusts 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 begun.

But if in any Case
Fortune shall first decay,
Then they as Shadows of the Sun,
With Fortune run away.