Quid sit futurum cras fuge quaerere, et Quem sors dierum cumque dabit, lucro Appone, nec dulces amores Sperne puer neque tu choreas, Donec virenti canities abest Morosa. Nunc et campus et areae Nunc et latentis proditor intimo Seek not what shall to-morrow be ; What day soever chance gives thee, Set down as gain, nor love's delight, Nor thou the dance in boyhood slight, Whilst in thy green sour age is far ; The merry laugh, too, which betrays Yon nook the damsel's hiding-place, And token snatched from off her wrists Or finger which but ill resists. LIBER I. CARMEN XI. Tu ne quæsieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi BOOK I. ODE XI. Thou should'st not seek-'tis sin to know-what end to thee, what end to me, The Gods have given, Leuconoe; nor calculations of Chaldee Should'st thou essay; far better bear, whate'er shall be, submissively, Be it that Heaven more Winters gives, or this, the last that is to be, Which even now with barrier cliffs doth break the sea of Tuscany; Would'st thou be wise, filtrate the wines, and, as life's span so brief must be, Cut short long hope; e'en while we speak, time will have fled invidiously; Enjoy to-day, and trust as little as may be futurity. LIBER I. CARMEN XIV. O navis, referent in mare te novi Nudum remigio latus, Et malus celeri saucius Africo Possint imperiosius Equor. Non tibi sunt integra lintea, Non di quos iterum pressa voces malo. Quamvis Pontica pinus, Silvæ filia nobilis, |