Was Donne four centuries too early, or is this universal?

Extract from “To the Countess of Salisbury”

Since now, when all is withered, shrunk, and dried,
All virtue ebbed out to a dead low tide,
All the world’s frame being crumbled into sand,
Where every man thinks by himself to stand,
Integrity, friendship, and confidence,
(Cements of greatness) being vapoured hence,
And narrow man being filled with little shares,
Court, city, church, are all shops of small-wares,
All having blown to sparks their noble fire,
And drawn their sound gold-ingot into wire,
All trying by a love of littleness
To make abridgements, and to draw to less
Even that nothing, which at first we were;

John Donne, 1614