Cicero to Ti••iu••. Epist. 16.
THough no man is lesse able to com∣fort you, then my selfe; hau••ng ••aken your troubles so to hart, that I my selfe neede consolation. Neuerthe∣lesse my griefe being not altogether so implacable as yours: and seeing you in so terrible an agonie: I thought it an office correspondent to our amitie, and to the loue I beare yo••, no longer to defer writing to you, but to administer you some phisicke, which may at least diminish your griefe, though not abso∣lutelie cu••e it. And that consolation is ordinarie, and well knowne to euery one, of vvhich vvee ought continually to reason, and debate: that vvee beare in minde, that vve are men borne vnder this lavv, that our life must lie open to all the blowes of Fortune. To which