lunes, 17 de febrero de 2014

Carpe diem

Carpe diem by JoseAngelGarciaLanda
Carpe diem, a photo by JoseAngelGarciaLanda on Flickr.


Horace Ode I.11
Translated by John Conington
XI

Tu Ne Quaesieris.
 
Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.
Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like the past,
Whether Jove has many winters yet to give, or this our last;
THIS, that makes the Tyrrhene billows spend their strength against the shore.
Strain your wine and prove your wisdom; life is short; should hope be more?
In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebb'd away.
Seize the present; trust to-morrow e'en as little as you may.



—oOo—



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