Fortune is no woman, whatever they say, for she loveth but the scurvy miser loons that coffer her up, pouch her up, lock her up under twenty keys, and never allow her to show as much as the tip of her little golden nose at the window.
Fortuna ez da emakumezkoa, esan bezate gura dutena, kutxetan, zakutan, hogei giltzekin zarratzen duten lapur xuhurrak baititu maite, leihoan bere sudur urreztatuaren punta besterik ateratzen uzten ez dioten horiek maite.