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ODES 1.11 by Horace (reddthat.com)
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You should not seek--knowing is sin--what end for me or you
the gods have set, Leuconoe, nor study Babylonian
astrology. It's better just to endure whatever happens,
if Jove allots even more winters or this final one,
which even now on the opposing cliffs wears out the sea
of Tuscany. Be wise, filter the wine. Prune back long hope
to fit life's narrow span. While we are speaking, jealous time
has fled. Harvest the day. Don't count at all upon tomorrow.

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[–] [S] 1 point 1 year ago

Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi
finem di dederint, Leeuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quicquid erit, pati,
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi
spem lognam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida
aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

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    [–] [S] 1 point 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago)

    possibly the source for "carpe diem" usually translated as seize the day here the translator has chosen the more equivalent expression that carpe has to it usage that of cultivation.

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