Odes 1:11 Seize the day
Ask not (its forbidden knowledge)
What our destined terms of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the
tables of your Babylonian seers.
Better far to bear the future,
My Leuconoe, like the past.
Whether Jove has many winters
Yet to give or this our last;
This makes the Tyrrhene
Billows spend their strength against the shore
Strain your wine and prove your wisdom...
Life is short, should hope be more?
In the moment of our talking
Envious time has ebb’d away,
Seize the present and trust tomorrow
Even as little as you may...