Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Horace 4.11
A large jar of wine is for me exceeding years; for me is in the garden, Phyllis, surrounding and fastening celery, for me is an abundance of many ivies,

Which shines having tied back the hair; the silver house laughs; the altar surrounded by holy sacred boughs desires sacrificial lamb;

Household hands make haste all at once running constantly for this and that, the boys mixed with the girls; the tip of the flame that whirls trembles dirty smoke.

As always you will have called learned joy from whom the ides must be explained to you, which divide the days of the middle of April as Venus divides the sea,

Deservedly my own birth and my ordinance periodic because from this Maecenas sets in order my on flowing years.

Telephum, whom you are after, the rich girl has overtaken the young man that’s not your kind and playful, she holds him acquainted in agreeable shackles,

Greedy Phaethon is terrified of being burned, and winged weighed down Pegasus presents earthbound rider Bellerophantum,

always follow as you deem worthy and to trust more than it is allowed may you avoid that which is against divine lay, compel now, my love is finished-

Certainly hereafter I will not be in love with another women-learn thoroughly the meter, you return what you call love he diminishes sad care with song.