Since it is not by merit we rise or we fall, but the favour of Fortune that governs us all, why should I labour for what in the end she will give me for nothing if she be my friend? While if she be not, why, the wealth I might gain for a time by my toil would at last be in vain. Till I die then, of fever, or by lightning am struck, let me live by my wits and trust to my luck. My life lies before me, the world is so wide: come, wishes, be horses this beggar shall ride.