Nondum est ad unum omnes exosa fortuna nec tibi nimium valida tempestas incubuit, quando tenaces haerent ancorae quae nec praesentis solamen nec futuri spem temporis abesse patiantur.
Fortune does not yet hate every single one of your family, nor has too violent a storm overwhelmed you, when those anchors still hold firm which ensure that neither present consolation nor future hope shall be wanting.
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