SONG I. Fortune's Malice
Boethius · The Consolation of Philosophy · 22 of 90
SONG I.
Fortune's Malice.
Mad Fortune sweeps along in wanton pride,Uncertain as Euripus' surging tide;
Now tramples mighty kings beneath her feet;
Now sets the conquered in the victor's seat.
She heedeth not the wail of hapless woe,
But mocks the griefs that from her mischief flow.
Such is her sport; so proveth she her power;
And great the marvel, when in one brief hour
She shows her darling lifted high in bliss,
Then headlong plunged in misery's abyss.
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