munera Fortunae metuunt, dum damna verentur: quisquam sponte miser, ne miser esse queat? quaenam perversi rabies tam stulta cerebri, dum mala formides, nec bona posse pati?.
They fear Fortunes boons, as they dread her outrages: would anyone, to escape misery, live of his own choice in misery? What silly fanaticism of a distorted brain is it to be unable to endure even e blessings because of your terror of ills?
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