Franklin P. Adams

On The Flight Of Time

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Horace: Book I, Ode 2

"Tu ne quƦsieris, scire nefas, quem, mihi, quem tibi"

AD LEUCONOEN


Look not, Leuconoƫ, into the future;
Seek not to find what the answer may be;
Let no Chaldean clairvoyant compute your
Time of existence. . . . It irritates me!

Better to bear whatever may happen soever
Patiently, playing it through like a sport,
Whether the end of your breathing is Never,
Or, as is likely, your time will be short.

This is the angle, the true situation;
Get me, I pray, for I'm putting you hep:
While I've been fooling with versification
Time has been flying. . . . Both gates!
Watch your step!

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