John Trapp on Proverbs 19:4

Verſ. 4. Wealth maketh many friends] Res amicos invenit, ſaith hee in Plautus. Wine, ſaith Athenaeus, hath [non-Latin text not transcribed], a force in it to make friendſhip. Wealth wee are ſure hath; but as that is no ſound love that comes out of cups, it is but ollaris amicitia; ſo neither are they to bee truſted, that wealth wins to us. Hired friends are ſeldome either ſatisfied, or ſure; but like the Ravens in Arabia, that, full gorged, have a tuneable ſweet record, but empty, ſcreetch horribly. Flies ſoon faſten upon honey, and vermine will haunt a houſe where food is to bee gotten.

But the poor is ſeparated from his neighbour] Who either turns from him as a ſtranger, or againſt him, as an enemy. Nero being condemned to dye, and not finding any one that would fall upon him, and diſpatch him, cryed out, Itane, nec amicum, nec inimicum habeo? Have I now neither friend, nor foe, that will do this for mee?