From Satires and Epistles, by Horace, a new translation by John DavieTHE YEARS
"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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