If the breaking day sees someone proud, The ending day sees them brought low. No one should put too much trust in triumph, No one should give up hope of trials improving. Clotho mixes one with the other and stops. Fortune from resting spinning every fate around. No one has had so much divine favor. that they could guarantee themselves tomorrow. God keeps our lives hurtling on, Spinning in a whirlwind. — Seneca, Thyestes, 613