For fortune's wheel is on the turn, And some go up and some go down.
I am not now in fortune's power He that is down can fall no lower.
Of all human ills, greatest is fortune's wayward tyranny.Sophocles
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.william shakespeare
I am not now in fortune's power: He that is down can fall no lower.
Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content; The quiet mind is richer than a crown; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown: Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
All other goods by fortune's hand are given, A wife is the peculiar gift of heaven.Alexander Pope
The phoenix hope , can wing her way through the desert skies , and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.
I am a soldier and unapt to weep Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.william shakespeare
Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last.
Regard this day's life as yours, but all else as fortune's.Euripides
fortune's a right whore: If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels, That she may take awayall at one swoop. 894john webster
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the worldBut those who slide along the grassy sod,And sting the luckless foot that presses them?There are who in the path of social lifeDo bask their spotted skins in fortune's sun,And sting the soul.joanna baillie
How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, While others play the idiots in her eyes!william shakespeare
And heaven had wanted one immortal song. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.john dryden
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in fortune's sun, And sting the soul.joanna baillie