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Oh Fortune! Like the moon you are changeable ever waxing and waning hateful life first oppresses and then soothes as fancy takes it poverty and power it melts them like ice. Fate - monstrous and empty you whirling wheel you are evil well-being is vain and always fades to nothing shadowed and veiled you plague me too now through the game I turn my naked back to your villainy. Fate is against me in health and virtue driven on and weighted down always enslaved. So at this hour without delay pluck the vibrating strings since fate strikes down the string man everyone weep with me.

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I lament the wounds of Fortune with weeping eyes for the gifts she made me she perversely takes away It is written in truth that she has a fine head of hair when it comes to seizing a moment she is bald. On Fortunes throne I used to sit on high prosperous, with a crown of many coloured flowers though I may have flourished happy and blessed I fall from the peak deprived of glory. The wheel of fortune turns I go down demeaned another is raised up The king sits on the summit far too high up let him fear ruin! For under the axis is written Queen Hecuba!

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