“Master,” I said to him, “now tell me also What is this Fortune which thou speakest of, 107 That has the world’s goods so within its clutches?” And he to me: “O creatures imbecile, What ignorance is this which doth beset you? Now will I have thee learn my judgment of her. He whose omniscience everything transcends The heavens created, and gave who should guide them, 108 That every part to every part may shine, Distributing the light in equal measure; He in like manner to the mundane splendors Ordained a general ministress and guide, That she might change at times the empty treasures From race to race, from one blood to another, Beyond resistance of all human wisdom. Therefore one people triumphs, and another Languishes, in pursuance of her judgment, Which hidden is, as in the grass a serpent. Your knowledge has no counterstand against her; She makes provision, judges, and pursues Her governance, as theirs the other gods. Her permutations have not any truce;