Saturday, September 17, 2011

Daily Dose

From Satires and Epistles, by Horace, a new translation by John Davie


"The years as they pass rob us of all pleasures, one by one; they snatch away humour, love, feasting, play; they strive to wrest my poems from me; what would you have me do?"

From Epistle 2.2 to Florus

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