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Whitney's Choice of Emblemes 59

Nimium rebus ne fide secundis

The loftie Pine, that one the mountaine growes,
And spreades her armes, with braunches freshe, & greene,
The raginge windes, on sodaine overthrowes,
And makes her stoope, that longe a farre was seene:
So they, that truste to muche in fortunes smiles,
Thoughe worlde do laughe, and wealthe doe moste abounde,
When leste they thinke, are often snar'de with wyles,
And from alofte, doo hedlonge fall to grounde:
   Then put no truste, in anie worldlie thinges,
   For frowninge fate, throwes downe the mightie kinges.