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TO LEUCONOE.

Horace

Inquire not, Leuconoe (it is not fitting you should know), how long a

term of life the gods have granted to you or to me: neither consult the

Chaldean calculations. How much better is it to bear with patience

whatever shall happen! Whether Jupiter have granted us more winters, or

[this as] the last, which now breaks the Etrurian waves against the

opposing rocks. Be wise; rack off your wines, and abridge your hopes [in

proportion] to the shortness of your life. While we are conversing,

envious age has been flying; seize the present day, not giving the least

credit to the succeeding one.

 

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