ODES - I.11 SEEK NOT THOU TO ENQUIRE ...
Horace (Q. Horatius Flaccus) trans. Arthur Hugh Clough
Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi
finem di dederint, Leuconoë, nec Babylonios
tentaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati!
seu plures hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum, sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida
aetas: carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.
Seek not thou to enquire, (who can reveal?) when, my Leuconoe,
For us either an end Heaven has assigned; nor Babylonian
Numbers seek to essay! Far better is't, what shall arrive, to bear!
Whether yet to recur or as a last Jupiter ordereth
This, now raging amain over the rocks in the Tyrrhenian sea,
Stern wild winter; enough, clear me the wine, and from a narrow life
Long hopes cut thou away. Talk we the while, lo the penurious hour
Flies past. Sure of to-day, credit in nought unto to-morrow give.

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