216 Of Fortune. 
[114.] 
The following poem is not to be found after the edition of 1573 and its 
reprint of 1577.—M. 
Fortuna non est semper amica, 
Superbiam igitur semper devita. 
1 Though Fortune smiles, and fawnes vpon thy side, 
Thyself extol for that no whit the more ; 
Though Fortune frownes and wresteth al thing wide, 
Let fancy stay, keepe courage still in store ; 
For chance may change as chance hath don before: 
Thus shalt thou holde more safe then honour got, 
Or lose the losse,' though Fortune will or not. 
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Thy friend at this shall dayly comfort haue, 
When warely thus, thou bearest thy selfe vpright, 
Thy foes at this shall gladly friendship craue, 
When hope so small is left to wrecke their spight, 
For lowly liefe withstandeth enuy quight: 
As floeting ship, by bearing sayl alowe, 
Withstandeth stormes when boistrous winds do blowe. 
3 Thy vsage thus in time shall win the gole, 
Though doughtful haps, dame fortune sendes betweene, 
And thou shalt see thine enemies blow the cole, 
To ease thine hart much more then thou dost weene, 
Ye though a change most strangely should be seene, 
Yet friend at neede shall secret friendship make, 
When foe in deede shal want his part to take. 
 lesse. M. 
