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With wavering steps does fickle fortune stray, Nowhere she finds a firm and fixed abode But now all smiles, and now again all frowns, She's constant only in inconstancy.

Ovid

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Ovid
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Publius Ovidius Naso
P. Ovidius Naso
Fixed
Wavering
Fortune
Stray
Constant
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Fickle
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Nowhere
Finds
Frowns
Firm
Inconstancy

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