Mystery guest
Can you guess who or when this was wrote
Celso Gaudere
To celsus, muse, my warmest wishes bear,
And if he kindly asks you how I fare,
Say, though I threaten many a fair design,
Nor happiness, nor wisdom, yet are mine.
Not that the driving rains my vineyards beat;
Not that my olives are destroyed by heat;
Not that my cattle pine in distant plains—
More in my mind than body lie my pains.
Reading I hate, and with unwilling ear
The voice of comfort or health I hear;
Friends or physicians I with pain endure,
Who strive this languor of my soul to cure.
Whate’er may hurt me I wish joy pursue;
Whate’er may do me good with horror view.
Inconstant as the wind, I various rove;
At Tibur, Rome; at Rome, I Tibur love.
Ask how he does; what happy arts support
His prince’s favor, nor offend the court;
If all be well, say first, that we rejoice,
And then, remember, with a gentlest voice
Instill this precept on his listening ear,
‘As you fortune, we shall celsus bear.’
3 comments:
Poetry as a history lesson! Cool! In ancient Rome...
@sweepyjean you are warm, lol but when and who
Horace??
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