Section: Imperatrix Mundi (Empress of the World)      Fortune plango vulnera I bemoan the wounds of Fortune   stillantibus ocellis with weeping eyes   quod sua michi munera for the gifts she gave me   subtrahit rebellis. she treacherously takes away   Verum est, quod legitur, what is written is true   fronte capillata, that she's hair on her forehead   sed plerumque sequitur but when it comes to seizing an opportunity   Occasio calvata. she's bald      In Fortune solio On Fortune's throne   sederam elatus, I used to sit elatedly   prosperitatis vario crowned with   flore coronatus; many-coloured flowers of prosperity   quicquid enim florui however much I flourished   felix et beatus, happy and blessed   nunc a summo corrui now I fall from the peak   gloria privatus. deprived of glory      Fortune rota volvitur: The whel of Fortune turns   descendo minoratus; I go down, demeaned   alter in altum tollitur; another is raised up   nimis exaltatus far too high up   rex sedet in vertice sits the king at the summit   caveat ruinam! let him beware of ruin    nam sub axe legimus now under the axle we read   Hecubam reginam. Queen Hecuba