Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car. HORACE CarMenWheels
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty. HORACE LastPovertyWing
Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note. HORACE BirthFallJoyNote