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

Horace