To Leucono. I-11 (From The Odes Of Horace)
Seek not to learn - Leucono, - a mortal may not know - What term of life on you or me our deities bestow. The Babylonian soothsayer consult not; better bear Whatever comes, whether to you more winters Jove shall spare, Or whether this may be the last, grinding the Tuscan sea On yonder rocks. Even as we talk, time envious shall flee. Filter your wine, be wise, and clip your hopes to life's brief span. Then seize today; to-morrow trust as little as you can.
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