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TO CELSUS ALBINOVANUS.

Horace

_That he was neither well in body, nor in mind; that Celtics should bear

his prosperity with moderation_.

 

 

My muse at my request, give joy and wish success to Celsus Albinovanus,

the attendant and the secretary of Nero. If he shall inquire, what I am

doing, say that I, though promising many and fine things, yet live

neither well [according to the rules of strict philosophy], nor

agreeably; not because the hail has crushed my vines, and the heat has

nipped my olives; nor because my herds are distempered in distant

pastures; but because, less sound in my mind than in my whole body, I

will hear nothing, learn nothing which may relieve me, diseased as I am;

that I am displeased with my faithful physicians, am angry with my

friends for being industrious to rouse me from a fatal lethargy; that I

pursue things which have done me hurt, avoid things which I am persuaded

would be of service, inconstant as the wind, at Rome am in love with

Tibur, at Tibur with Rome. After this, inquire how he does; how he

manages his business and himself; how he pleases the young prince and

his attendants. If he shall say, well; first congratulate him, then

remember to whisper this admonition in his ears: As you, Celsus, bear

your fortunes, so will we bear you.

 

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