Horace: Book I, Ode 2 "Tu ne quæsieris, scire nefas, quem, mihi, quem tibi" AD LEUCONOEN Look not, Leuconoë, into the future; Seek not to find what the answer may be; Let no Chaldean clairvoyant compute your Time of existence. . . . It irritates me! Better to bear whatever may happen soever Patiently, playing it through like a sport, Whether the end of your breathing is Never, Or, as is likely, your time will be short. This is the angle, the true situation; Get me, I pray, for I'm putting you hep: While I've been fooling with versification Time has been flying. . . . Both gates! Watch your step!