The gods have granted to me or you, Leuconoe.
Don't play with Babylonian
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fortune-telling either.
How much better it is to endure whatever will be!
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Whether Jupiter has allotted to you many more winters or this final one
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which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite
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— be wise, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes
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To a short period. While we speak, envious time will have {already} fled
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Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.
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