From Boethius De Consolatione Philosophiae Book II Metre 2
Though countless as the grains of
That roll at Eurus' loud command;
Though countless as the lamps of
That glad us with vicarious light;
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Though countless as the grains of
That roll at Eurus' loud command;
Though countless as the lamps of
That glad us with vicarious light;
Wouldst thou to some steadfast seat,
Out of Fortune's power retreat
Wouldst thou, when fierce Eurus blows,
Calmly rest in safe repose