The Mozart Marathon
- Church of the Heavenly Rest
- May 15, 2016
- 1 min read
Carpe Diem
by Horace
Ask not, it is forbidden to know, what end the gods have granted to me or you, Leuconoe.
Don't try the Babylonian fortune-telling either.
How much better it is to endure whatever will be!
Whether Jupiter grants 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 prune back your far-reaching hopes.
While we speak, envious time will have fled.
Carpe Diem, trusting as little as possible in the future.
Danny Kim with the New York Classical Players
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