Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made, One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade, The cobbler apron'd, and the parson gown'd, The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd.
Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.