Horace 3.26
Linzy Higgins
Recently to live suitable to the girl
And to serve as a soldier is not without glory
Now to be done with arms and war
The lyre will hold this as a wall.
But now I shall give Venus
My lyre and arms
No longer while living for me
Now I am done with mighty battles
Oh Queen Venus, However
Take up the stick or lash
I beg of you just one
Lash the supercilious Chloe.
Keith Jasie
Not long ago I had lived well with girls
And I served in them army not with out glory
Now here a wall supports my lyre
And arms discharged by war,
It which guards the left flank of Venus’s sea.
Here, at this place opposite the doors
Put bright wax torches, and a lever,
And the threatening bows.
Oh which goddess you hold wealthy Cyprus,
And Memphis must be denied Thracian snow,
Queen, strike arrogant Chloe once
With a raised whip
Not long ago I lived suitably with a woman
Not without military glory;
Now the wall will hold withered tools of war
As well as my lyre
That which guards the left flank of Venus’ sea,
Here, here put bright wax torches
And the bar and the bow
Threateningly opposite the door
O Goddess you hold wealthy Cyprus
And the Memphin must be denied Thracian snow,
My queen, strike with a lifted whip
Arrogant Chloe a single time
Mat Chamberlain
Not long ago I lived suitably with a woman
Not without military glory;
Now the wall will hold withered tools of war
As well as my lyre
That which guards the left flank of Venus’ sea,
Here, here put bright wax torches
And the bar and the bow
Threateningly opposite the door
O Goddess you hold wealthy Cyprus
And the Memphin must be denied Thracian snow,
My queen, strike with a lifted whip
Arrogant Chloe a single time
Rayven Tillman
Lately to live for a girl is suitable and to serve as a soldier not
without glory; now done with weapons and war the lyre will hold these
walls,
He watches the wide seas to the left of Venus. These bright wax torches
and these levers and crowbars hang opposite of the entrances in threat.
Oh fortunate goddess holds Cyprus and Memphin without Threcian snow, a
queen, by means of a raised whip which touches arrogant Chlone one
time.
Sam Siciliano
Recently to live suitable to the girl
And to serve as a solider, which is not glorious
No war should be done with weapons
But rather the soft rhythms of the lyre
To the left the broad sea protects.
There we put a bright wax torch
And here a lever and bow
Standing against the protected entrance
Linzy Higgins
Recently to live suitable to the girl
And to serve as a soldier is not without glory
Now to be done with arms and war
The lyre will hold this as a wall.
But now I shall give Venus
My lyre and arms
No longer while living for me
Now I am done with mighty battles
Oh Queen Venus, However
Take up the stick or lash
I beg of you just one
Lash the supercilious Chloe.
Keith Jasie
Not long ago I had lived well with girls
And I served in them army not with out glory
Now here a wall supports my lyre
And arms discharged by war,
It which guards the left flank of Venus’s sea.
Here, at this place opposite the doors
Put bright wax torches, and a lever,
And the threatening bows.
Oh which goddess you hold wealthy Cyprus,
And Memphis must be denied Thracian snow,
Queen, strike arrogant Chloe once
With a raised whip
Not long ago I lived suitably with a woman
Not without military glory;
Now the wall will hold withered tools of war
As well as my lyre
That which guards the left flank of Venus’ sea,
Here, here put bright wax torches
And the bar and the bow
Threateningly opposite the door
O Goddess you hold wealthy Cyprus
And the Memphin must be denied Thracian snow,
My queen, strike with a lifted whip
Arrogant Chloe a single time
Mat Chamberlain
Not long ago I lived suitably with a woman
Not without military glory;
Now the wall will hold withered tools of war
As well as my lyre
That which guards the left flank of Venus’ sea,
Here, here put bright wax torches
And the bar and the bow
Threateningly opposite the door
O Goddess you hold wealthy Cyprus
And the Memphin must be denied Thracian snow,
My queen, strike with a lifted whip
Arrogant Chloe a single time
Rayven Tillman
Lately to live for a girl is suitable and to serve as a soldier not
without glory; now done with weapons and war the lyre will hold these
walls,
He watches the wide seas to the left of Venus. These bright wax torches
and these levers and crowbars hang opposite of the entrances in threat.
Oh fortunate goddess holds Cyprus and Memphin without Threcian snow, a
queen, by means of a raised whip which touches arrogant Chlone one
time.
Sam Siciliano
Recently to live suitable to the girl
And to serve as a solider, which is not glorious
No war should be done with weapons
But rather the soft rhythms of the lyre
To the left the broad sea protects.
There we put a bright wax torch
And here a lever and bow
Standing against the protected entrance
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