>>6074216From Fortune’s wound I’m weeping where
my eyes are wet with crying,
the gifts she gave me for my share
she takes now in denying.
It’s true, what has been written,
we start with curling hair,
but generally we’re bitten
by futures bald, threadbare.
>>6074228On Fortune’s throne I once might boast
I sat there glorious,
crowned with prosperity’s fair host
of flowers various;
yes, though I have flourished
happy once and blessed,
from the heights I’ve vanished
of glory, now distressed.
>>6074244Fortune’s disc revolving, I
descend and am made less;
others swiftly rise on high;
exalted to excess
the king sits on the summit –
all beware of ruin!
For beneath the wheel, we read,
lies Hecuba the queen!
