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 1 I       |      our life is amply long for him who orders it properly. ~
 2 II      |         trial, that one defends him, that one gives sentence;
 3 IV      |      were being whetted to slay him. Not yet had he escaped
 4 V       |      what can possibly be above him who is above Fortune? ~
 5 VI      |      And so it was too late for him to complain that he had
 6 VII     |         time to be filched from him, and it follows that the
 7 VIII    |         future years set before him as is possible in the case
 8 XII     |      hard to say whether I pity him more if he really did not
 9 XII     |      leisure, you must apply to him a different term—he is sick,
10 XII     |     body, needs someone to tell him—how can he be the master
11 XIII    |    Mount Aventine, according to him, is outside the pomerium
12 XIV     |      will allow anyone to leave him with empty hands; all mortals
13 XV      |      what a fair old age awaits him who has offered himself
14 XV      |      human race; all ages serve him as if a god. Has some time
15 XVII    |      free? The consulship keeps him busy. Does Quintius38 hasten
16 XVII(38)|    appointment was announced to him while he was ploughing his
17 XX      |       in the Forum, do not envy him; those things are bought
18 XX      |       is he whose breath leaves him in the midst of a trial
19 XX      | accustomed work was restored to him. Is it really such pleasure