Horace I, 11

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Title:     Horace I, 11
Author: Eugene Field [More Titles by Field]

Seek not, Lucome, to know how long you're going to live yet--
What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what they're going to give yet;
For Jupiter will have his way, despite how much we worry--
Some will hang on for many a day and some die in a hurry,
The wisest thing for you to do is to embark this diem
Upon a merry escapade with some such bard as I am;
And while we sport, I'll reel you off such odes as shall surprise ye--
To-morrow, when the headache comes--well, then I'll satirize ye!

[The end]
Eugene Field's poem: Horace I, 11

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