Translation Cons. Philos. Book 1
Metrum 1: To pleasant songs my work was erstwhile given, and bright . . .
Prosa 1: While I was pondering thus in silence, and using my pen to . . .
Metrum 2: `Ah me! how blunted grows the mind when sunk below the . . .
Prosa 2: `But now,' said she, 'is the time for the physician's art, . . .
Metrum 3: Then was dark night dispelled, the shadows fled away, . . .
Prosa 3: In such a manner were the clouds of grief scattered. Then I . . .
Metrum 4: `He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate, . . .
Prosa 4: `Are such your experiences, and do they sink into your . . .
Metrum 5: `Founder of the star-studded universe, . . .
Prosa 5: While I grieved thus in long-drawn pratings, Philosophy . . .
Metrum 6: `When the sign of the crab doth scorch the field, . . .
Prosa 6: `First then,' she continued, ' will you let me find out and . . .
Metrum 7: `When the stars are hidden . . .