Show Ode From Horace BETTER you'll not live I If f you ever press to sea Nor while tempests rage about you Hug too close the angry anglY lea 1 He who keeps the mean called caned golden Is secure from squalid want Him lIim whose needs are ever mode t Envied riches neer ne'er doth haunt the huge pine that more often J By the wind is is tossed about the lofty tower that's shaken And the highest peak that's struck Well prepared then be thy spirit iI To receive receive befalls Jupiter doth bring harsh winter Also spring in in turn he rolls So if things go badly sometimes Rest assured hell he'll turn the page age Zither strains awake the Muses Phoebus does not always rage Be then brave and strong in trouble But yet wisely trim your sails sail For disaster cometh ever If uncurbed you ride the gales f G. G H. H |