Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is >>
What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires -- how many aspiratio >>
Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as >>
Fortune does not so much change men, as it unmasks them. >>
Fortune is a great deceiver. She sells very dear the things she seems >>
Fortune has something of the nature of a woman. If she is too intensel >>
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.