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Oh,
wretched and unhappy was that day on which Publius Sulla was declared consul by all the
centuries! O how false were the hopes! how fleeting the good fortune! how blind the desire!
how unreasonable the congratulations! How soon was all that scene changed from joy and
pleasure to mourning and tears, when he, who but a short time before had been consul elect,
had on a sudden no trace left of his previous dignity. For what evil was there which seemed
then to be wanting to him when he was thus stripped of honour, and fame, and fortune? or what
room could there be left for any new calamity? The same fortune continues to pursue him which
followed him from the first; she finds a new source of grief for him; she will not allow an
unfortunate man to perish when he has been afflicted in only one way, and by only one
disaster.
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