hunc Fortuna novis gaudentem provida rebus admonet, indignam se quoque ture dolens: nunc inventa meis non prodis munera templis atque alios mavis participare deos; sed cum surrepto fueris tristissimus auro, me primam lacrimis sollicitabis inops.
As he rejoiced in his new estate, Fortune with an eye to the future gave him a warning; for she was piqued that he did not think her also deserving of incense. For the moment you neglect to hand over your treasure-trove to any temple of mine, and prefer to share it with other gods; but when the gold is stolen and you are in the depths of grief, I shall be the first whom you will tearfully entreat in your beggary.
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