Thou didst bear off a boon which she had never before granted to any private person.

Art thou, then, minded to cast up a reckoning with Fortune?
Now for the first time she has turned a jealous glance upon thee.

If thou compare the extent and bounds of thy blessings and misfortunes, thou canst not deny that thou art still fortunate.

Or if thou esteem not thyself favoured by Fortune in that thy then seeming prosperity hath departed, deem not thyself wretched, since what thou now believest to be calamitous passeth also.

What! art thou but now come suddenly and a stranger to the scene of this life?
Thinkest thou there is any stability in human affairs, when man himself vanishes away in the swift course of time?
It is true that there is little trust that the gifts of chance will abide; yet the last day of life is in a manner the death of all remaining Fortune.