Read and translate Horace's Ode, Carmina 11.
You do not search for who (understanding sin) is not me, who you dedicate the god's lands to, Leuconoe, nor testing the numerical strength of the Babylonians. Whoever is to suffer is brave! Let many winters pass or Jupiter will bring forth the greatest, why today does the Tyrrhenium Sea mare against the pumice stone, let us understand, and let hope cut short the brief time that wine is made liquid. As long as we speak, hateful times will be avoided: seize the day, for our last descendants will be prone to confidence.
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