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 Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself...  The Odes of Horace: In Four Books Translated Into English Lyric Verse - Page 378 by Horace - 1858 - 475 pages Full view -
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