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Boethius The Consolation of Philosophy

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So dry your tears. Fortune has not yet turned her hatred against all your blessings. The storm has not yet broken upon you with too much violence. Your anchors are holding firm and they permit you both comfort in the present, and hope in the future.

Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy

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