an quisquam in mediis persolvit vota procellis, cum saepe in portu fracta carina natet? aut prius infecto deposcit praemia cursu, septima quam metam triverit axe rota? mendaces ludunt flatus in amore secundi: si qua venit sero, magna ruina venit.
Does any man fulfil his vows in mid-tempest, when many a ship floats shattered even in port? Does any man claim the prize with the race unfinished, before his chariots axle has grazed the turning-post a seventh time? Fair winds in love deceive and mock us: the fall that comes late is a mighty fall.
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