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 1 III  |      when your face ever wore its natural expression, when
 2 IV   | assail or shatter, Fortune of its very self comes crashing
 3 IV   |       me to forestall some of its delight by the pleasure
 4 IV   |        while he was extending its bounds even beyond the Rhine
 5 IV(8)|       greatness sinks beneath its own weight. Cf. Seneca,
 6 VII  |  studies—since the mind, when its interests are divided, takes
 7 VIII |     neither reverse nor check its course; it will make no
 8 VIII |     it will not remind you of its swiftness. Silent it will
 9 VIII |     Just as it was started on its first day, so it will run;
10 X    |    roam into all the parts of its life; but the minds of the
11 XII  |     it does not all fall into its proper ringlets! Who of
12 XVII |    plains and could not grasp its number but simply its measure,35
13 XVII |   grasp its number but simply its measure,35 he shed copious
14 XX   |       bemoaned the leisure of its old master, and did not
15 XX   |       master, and did not end its sorrow until his accustomed