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Odes I.11
Quintus Horatius Flaccus · c. 23 BC
1Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi
2finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
3temptaris numeros. Ut melius quicquid erit pati!
4Seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
5quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
6Tyrrhenum, sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi
7spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida
8aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Do not ask (to know is forbidden) what end the gods have set for me, for you, Leuconoe; and do not keep trying the Babylonian numbers. How much better to endure whatever comes: whether Jupiter grants more winters, or this one is the last, now wearing the Tyrrhenian sea against the pumice cliffs. Be sensible: strain the wine, and prune long hope to a short season. Even as we speak, envious time has fled. Pluck the day, trusting tomorrow as little as you may.
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