They who prosper take on airs of vanity.
The evils of mortals are manifold; nowhere is trouble of the same wing seen.
High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.
The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.
Bonds and the pangs of hunger are excellent prophet doctors for the wits.
Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.