Yea, now I see, methinks what weak and vainSupporters I have sought, to help sustainMy fainting heart; when injurious handWould undermine the station where I stand.Methinks I see how scurvy, and how baseIt is, to scrape for favors and for graceTo men of earthly minds, and unto thoseWho may, perhaps, before to-morrow, loseTheir wealth, or their abused authority,And stand as much in want of help as I.
-George Wither
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