Listen to:
Ode 11 from Book 1
by Horace
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
Seek not to know, Leuconöe,
The death that waits both you and
me –
The
gods forbid such quest;
Don’t go and talk with gypsies old,
And try to get your fortune told;
Let’s
take things for the best.
Perchance we long shall feel the
blast,
Perhaps this wintry gale’s our
last;
Be
wise, and drink—don’t bother;
E’en as we speak Time’s flying on,
So seize the day before it’s gone;
We
may not have another.
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