———si fractus illabatur orbis,
Impavidum ferient ruinae.
[3807]Ipse deus simul atque volet me solvet opinor.
A God shall set me free whene'er I please.
Servus Epictetus, multilati corporis, Irus
Pauper: at haec inter charus erat superis.
Lame was Epictetus, and poor Irus,
Yet to them both God was propitious.
Yea, but this expectation is it which tortures me in the mean time; [3810] futura expectans praesentibus angor, whilst the grass grows the horse starves: [3811]despair not, but hope well,
[3812]Spera Batte, tibi melius lux Crastina ducet;