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TO JULIUS FLORUS.

Horace

_After inquiring about Claudius Tiberius Nero, and some of his friends,

he exhorts Florus to the study of philosophy_.

 

 

I long to know, Julius Florus, in what regions of the earth Claudius,

the step-son of Augustus, is waging war. Do Thrace and Hebrus, bound

with icy chains, or the narrow sea running between the neighboring

towers, or Asia's fertile plains and hills detain you? What works is the

studious train planning? In this too I am anxious--who takes upon

himself to write the military achievements of Augustus? Who diffuses

into distant ages his deeds in war and peace? What is Titius about, who

shortly will be celebrated by every Roman tongue; who dreaded not to

drink of the Pindaric spring, daring to disdain common waters and open

streams: how does he do? How mindful is he of me? Does he employ himself

to adapt Theban measures to the Latin lyre, under the direction of his

muse? Or does he storm and swell in the pompous style of traffic art?

What is my Celsus doing? He has been advised, and the advice is still

often to be repeated, to acquire stock of his own, and forbear to touch

whatever writings the Palatine Apollo has received: lest, if it chance

that the flock of birds should some time or other come to demand their

feathers, he, like the daw stripped of his stolen colors, be exposed to

ridicule. What do you yourself undertake? What thyme are you busy

hovering about? Your genius is not small, is not uncultivated nor

inelegantly rough. Whether you edge your tongue for [pleading] causes,

or whether you prepare to give counsel in the civil law, or whether you

compose some lovely poem; you will bear off the first prize of the

victorious ivy. If now you could quit the cold fomentations of care;

whithersoever heavenly wisdom would lead you, you would go. Let us,

both small and great, push forward in this work, in this pursuit: if to

our country, if to ourselves we would live dear.

 

You must also write me word of this, whether Munatiua is of as much

concern to you as he ought to be? Or whether the ill-patched

reconciliation in vain closes, and is rent asunder again? But, whether

hot blood, or inexperience in things, exasperates you, wild as coursers

with unsubdued neck, in whatever place you live, too worthy to break the

fraternal bond, a devoted heifer is feeding against your return.

 

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