Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points.
I was what you are, you will be what I am.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
What has not wasting time impaired?
Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain.