at nostra longe condicio dispar, quibus dolori peregrinatio nova nec usui lectio vetus, tum religio professioni est, humilitas appetitui, mediocritas obscuritati, nec in praesentibus rei tantum, quantum in futuris spei locatum, postremo languor impedimento iamque vel sero propter hunc ipsum desidia cordi; aequaeva certe iam super studiis nulla laus curae,
But my situation is very different. My new sojourn in foreign parts is painful, my old reading profitless to me; again, religion is my profession, humility my ambition, and my insignificance wraps me in obscurity; and I find less reality in the present than hope in the future; lastly, ill-health hampers me, and already (or perhaps I should say too late) this in itself inclines me to inactivity: at any rate contemporary praise for my literary efforts no longer interests me, nor does posthumous praise either.
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