Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

All Furnished, All In Arms; All Plum'd Like Estridges That With The Wind Bated Like Eagles Having Lately Bathed; Glittering In Golden Coats Like Images; As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May And Gorgeous As The Sun At Midsummer; Wanton As Youthful Goats, Wild As Young Bulls.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.