An hoc inter minima aestimandum putas quod amicorum  tibi fidelium mentes haec aspera, haec horribilis fortuna detexit, haec tibi certos sodalium vultus ambiguosque secrevit, discedens suos abstulit, tuos reliquit?
Surely you do not think it wholly unimportant that this rough and unpleasant fortune has discovered those friends who are truly loyal to you, and has divided the honest from the dishonest among your companions, by taking her own kind with her when she left you, leaving your sort with you?
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