Summovet. Non, si male nunc, et olim Tendit Apollo. 20 Rebus angustis animosus atque Turgida vela. Od. ii. 14. Eheu! fugaces, Postume, Postume, Afferet, indomitæque morti. If hard thy lot, ’twill sometime mend : 20 Boldly to adverse fate oppose Od. ii. 14. Alas, my Posthumus, alas ! And none may stay their course ; And death's resistless force. 5 5 Non, si trecenis, quotquot eunt dies, Geryonen Tityonque tristi 10 Compescit unda, scilicet omnibus, Sive inopes erimus coloni. Frustra cruento Marte carebimus, per auctumnos nocentem 15 Three hundred bullocks, daily slain, Th’inexorable King; Within the wat’ry ring 10 15 Of that sad flood, which all, whoe'er Must cross, whate'er their lot, In peasant's lowly cot. In vain from war's alarms we run; In vain of Adria's billows shun 20 The hoarse and broken flood; In vain we dread the subtle death In Autumn taints the blood. Visendus ater flumine languido Sisyphus Æolides laboris. 20 Linquenda tellus, et domus, et placens Ulla brevem dominum sequetur. 25 Absumet hæres Cæcuba dignior Pontificum potiore cænis. |