“Fortune, how fickle and how vain thou art,”
“Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.”
“How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?”
“If thou art willing to suffer no adversity, how wilt thou be the friend of Christ?”
“...fortune was a fickle mistress.”
“Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!”