It is both Base, and Foolish, to Insult over People in Distress, for
the Wheel of Fortune is perpetually in Motion, and He that’s Uppermost
to day, may be Under it to Morrow. No Man knows what End he is Born to;
and it is Only Death that can Pronounce upon a Happy or a Miserable
Life. When the _Timber_ made sport with the _Oxen_ for the Drudgery they
Labour’d under, Little did they Dream of the Greater Oppression they were
to Undergo Themselves.