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The First Book Of The Odes Of Horace (Chap. 9) - Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Ft. C. Smart)
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The First Book Of The Odes Of Horace (Chap. 9) Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Ft. C. Smart)

The First Book Of The Odes Of Horace (Chap. 9) - Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Ft. C. Smart)
Ode IX

To Thaliarchus

You see how Soracte stands white with deep snow, nor can the laboring woods any longer support the weight, and the rivers stagnate with the sharpness of the frost. Dissolve the cold, liberally piling up billets on the hearth; and bring out, O Thaliarchus, the more generous wine, four years old, from the Sabine jar. Leave the rest to the gods, who having once laid the winds warring with the fervid ocean, neither the cypresses nor the aged ashes are moved. Avoid inquiring what may happen tomorrow; and whatever day fortune shall bestow on you, score it up for gain; nor disdain, being a young fellow, pleasant loves, nor dances, as long as ill-natured hoariness keeps off from your blooming age. Now let both the Campus Martius and the public walks, and soft whispers at the approach of evening be repeated at the appointed hour: now, too, the delightful laugh, the betrayer of the lurking damsel from some secret corner, and the token ravished from her arms or fingers, pretendingly tenacious of it.
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