porque he oído decir que esta que llaman por ahí Fortuna es una mujer borracha y antojadiza, y, sobre todo, ciega, y así, no vee lo que hace, ni sabe a quién derriba, ni a quién ensalza.

Porque he oído decir que esta que llaman por ahí Fortuna es una mujer borracha y antojadiza, y sobre todo ciega, y, así, no ve lo que hace, ni sabe a quién derriba ni a quién ensalza

Fortune is not only blind herself, but blinds the people she has embraced.

Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.

The people come from everywhere, from five hundred miles, to find their fortunes. But Fortune is an ugly, two-faced goddess.
When you have lived with her handiwork for half a generation, you hardly notice anymore. You forget that this is not the way life has to be. You cease to marvel at just how much evil man can conjure simply by existing.

Fortune hath somewhat the nature of a woman; if she be too much wooed, she is the farther off.

It's up to brave hearts, sir, to be patient when things are going badly, as well as being happy when they're going well ... For I've heard that what they call fortune is a flighty woman who drinks too much, and, what's more, she's blind, so she can't see what she's doing, and she doesn't know who she's knocking over or who she's raising up.

Great hearts, my dear master, should be patient in misfortune as well as joyful in prosperity. And this I judge from myself. For if I was merry when I was Governor now that I’m a squire on foot I’m not sad, for I’ve heard tell that Fortune, as they call her, is a drunken and capricious woman and, worse still, blind; and so she doesn’t see what she’s doing, and doesn’t know whom she is casting down or raising up.

Translation: Fortune’s a goddess without brains, and so
The whole day long she’s doing foolish things.

The goddess Fortune is mad, blind, and stupid, some philosophers maintain. They declare that she stands upon a revolving globe of stone; whither Chance impels this stone, thither, they say, does Fortune fall. She is blind, they repeat, for that she fails wholly to perceive whereto she attaches herself. Moreover they declare that she is mad because she is cruel, uncertain, and inconstant; stupid because she knows not how to tell worthy from unworthy.

Dame Fortune, some philosophers maintain,
Is witless, sightless, brutish; ...
That she is witless for that she is cruel,
Untrustworthy, unstaid; and, they repeat,
Sightless she is because she nothing sees
Whereto she'll steer herself: and brutish too
Because she cannot tell between the man
That's worthy and the unworthy. But there are
Other philosophers who against all this
Deny that there is any goddess Fortune,
Saying it is Chance Medley rules the world.
That this is more like unto truth and fact
Practice doth teach us by the experience.

For if by chance some woman wishes to be thought of as wise, she does nothing but show herself twice a fool.

..."the only intrinsic nett worth, in my possession, is Mrs. Sancho- who I can compare to nothing so properly as to a diamond in the dirt- but, my friend, that is Fortune's fault, not mine- for, had I power, I would case her in gold."

Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy,
And always blind, and often tipsy;
Sometimes for years and years together,
She ’ll bless you with the sunniest weather,
Bestowing honour, pudding, pence,
You can’t imagine why or whence;—
Then in a moment—Presto, pass!—
Your joys are withered like the grass;