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O fortuna velut Luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis; vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem. O Fortune! Like the moon ever-changing, rising first then declining; hateful life treats us badly then with kindness making sport with our desires, causing power and poverty alike to melt like ice. Sors immanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus, vana salus semper dissolubilis, obumbrata et velata michi quoque niteris; nunc per ludum dorsum nudum fero tui sceleris. Dread destiny and empty fate, an ever-turning wheel, who make adversity and fickle health alike turn to nothing, in the dark and secretly you work against me; how through your trickery my naked back is turned to you unarmed. Sors salutis et virtutis michi nunc contraria. est affectus et defectus semper in angaria. Hac in hora sine mora corde pulsum tangite; quod per sortem sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite! Good fortune and strength now are turned from me. Affection and defeat are always on duty. Come now, pluck the strings without delay; and since by fate the strong are overthrown weep ye all with me. Fortune plango vulnera stillantibus ocellis, quod sua michi munera subtrahit rebellis. Verum est, quod legitur fronte capillata, sed plerumque sequitur occasio calvata. I lament the wounds that Fortune deals with tear-filled eyes, for returning to the attack she takes her gifts from me. Is it true as they say, the well-thatched pate may soonest lose its hair. In Fortune solio sederam elatus, prosperitatis vario flore coronatus; quicquid enim florui felix et beatus, nunc a summo corrui gloria privatus. Once on Fortune’s throne I sat exalted, crowned with a wreath of Prosperity’s flowers. But from my happy flower-decked paradise I was struck down and stripped of all my glory. Fortune rota volvitur: descendo minoratus; alter in altum tollitur; nimis exaltatus rex sedet in vertice— caveat ruinam! Nam sub axe legimus Hecubam reginam. The wheel of Fortune turns; dishonored I fall from grace, and another is raised on high. Raised to over dizzy heights of power the king sits in majesty— but let him beware his downfall! For ’neath the axle of Fortune’s wheel behold Queen Hecuba.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 15:42:30 +0000

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