No, but you're wrong now, and always will be.

Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.

What with your friend you nobly share, At least you rescue from your heir.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

A shoe that is too large is apt to trip one, and when too small, to pinch the feet. So it is with those whose fortune does not suit them.

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.

That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.