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Translation Cons. Philos. Book 2

Prosa 1: Then for a while she held her peace. But when her silence, . . .
Metrum 1: `As thus she turns her wheel of chance with haughty hand, . . .
Prosa 2: `Now would I argue with you by these few words which Fortune . . .
Metrum 2: `If Plenty with o'erflowing horn . . .
Prosa 3: `If Fortune should thus defend herself to you,' said . . .
Metrum 3: `When o'er the heaven Phœbus from his rose-red car . . .
Prosa 4: Then I answered her, `Cherisher of all the virtues, you tell . . .
Metrum 4: `He that would build . . .
Prosa 5: `But now,' she continued, ' the first remedies of reasoning . . .
Metrum 5: `O happy was that early age of men, . . .
Prosa 6: `What am I to say of power and of honours of office, which . . .
Metrum 6: `We have heard what ruin Nero wrought . . .
Prosa 7: Then I said, `You know that the vain-glory of this world has . . .
Metrum 7: `The mind that rushes headlong in its search for fame, . . .
Prosa 8: `But,' she said, `do not think that I would urge implacable . . .
Metrum 8: `Through Love the universe with constancy . . .

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