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THE ODES AND CARMEN SAECULARE OF HORACE

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TU NE QUAESIERIS.


Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our destined term of years, Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers. Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like the past, Whether Jove has many winters yet to give, or this our last; THIS, that makes the Tyrrhene billows spend their strength against

the shore.

Strain your wine and prove your wisdom; life is short; should hope

be more?

In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebb'd away. Seize the present; trust to-morrow e'en as little as you may.




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