Translation Cons. Phil. Book 2 Metrum 1
1 `As thus she turns her wheel of chance with haughty hand,
2 and presses on like the surge of Euripus's tides,
3 fortune now tramples fiercely on a fearsome king,
4 and now deceives no less a conquered man by raising from the ground his humbled face.
5 She hears no wretch's cry, she heeds no tears,
6 but wantonly she mocks the sorrow which her cruelty has made.
7 This is her sport: thus she proves her power;
8 if in the selfsame hour one man is raised to happiness, and cast down in despair,
9 'tis thus she shews her might.'