Carpe diem (Horace, to leuconoe, Odes, Book One, II) You will
quaesieris, Scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi finem
of dederint, leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. Ut Melius quicquid ERIT patios,
seu seu pluris hiemes tribuit ultimam Jupiter, quae nunc
oppositis debilitat pumicibus sea
Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina Liques et spatio short
longam reseces Spem. Dum loquimur, fugerit envy
aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credulous posterity.
You do not try to know, is sacredly may not know, what fate the gods have given me and which you, leuconoe, and stop to question the Babylonian calculations. How better to endure and accept whatever happens, whether Jupiter grants us to live many more winters, or just the latter, which now wearies the Tyrrhenian Sea crash against the cliffs opposite: Be wise, pass wines and in the short space of life truncates the long hope. As we speak, the weather here is jealous already fled: Seize the day that passes, the less you can trust in tomorrow.
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