AD LEUCONOEN <br /> <br />Horace: Book I, Ode 13. <br /> <br />_'Tu ne quoesieris, scire nefas-'_ <br /> <br /> <br />It is not right for you to know, so do not ask, <br /> Leuconoe, <br />How long a life the gods may give or ever we <br /> are gone away; <br />Try not to read the Final Page, the ending <br /> colophonian, <br />Trust not the gypsy's tea-leaves, nor the <br /> prophets Babylonian. <br />Better to have what is to come enshrouded <br /> in obscurity <br />Than to be certain of the sort and length of <br /> our futurity. <br />Why, even as I monologue on wisdom and <br /> longevity <br />How Time has flown! Spear some of it! <br /> The longest life is brevity.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carpe-diem-or-cop-the-day/
