Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.
Those who want much, are always much in need; happy the man to whom God gives with a sparing hand what is sufficient for his wants.
By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points.