Felicior Avgvsto, Melior Traiano
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Wretched men cringe before tyrants who have no power, the victims of their trivial hopes and fears.
They do not realise that anger is hopeless, fear is pointless and desire all a delusion.
He whose heart is fickle is not his own master, has thrown away his shield, deserted his post, and he forges the links of the chain that holds him.
― Boethius