You fell in love, Sosicrates, when rich; now you are poor, you are in love no longer. What an admirable cure is hunger! And Menophila, who used to call you her sweety and her darling Adonis, now asks your name. “What man are you, and whence, your city where?”* You have perforce learnt the meaning of the saying, “None is the friend of him who has nothing.”

RICH, thou hadst many lovers—poor, hast none, / So surely want extinguishes the flame, / And she who call'd thee once her pretty one, / And her Adonis, now inquires thy name. / Where wast thou born Sosicrates, and where / In what strange country can thy parents live, / Who seem'st, by thy complaints, not yet aware / That want's a crime, no woman can forgive?

W. R. Paton, Greek Anthology, i, 180-83. | ("On Female Inconstancy") W. Hayley, Posthumous Writings of W. Cowper, ii (1802), 313. | RICH, thou hadst many lovers; poor, hast none; So surely want extinguishes the flame. And she, who call'd thee once her pretty one, And her Adonis, now inquires thy name— “Where wast thou born, Sosicrates? and where, In what strange country, can thy parents live?” Who seem'st, by thy complaints, not yet aware, That want's a crime no woman can forgive. | W. Cowper; quoted in G. Burges, The Greek Anthology, 1854, 72.