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Literary
July 5, 1788
The Daily Advertiser
New York, New York County, New York
What is this article about?
English translation of Horace's Book I, Ode III, advising a friend to maintain a serene soul amid life's joys and woes, enjoy fleeting pleasures like wine and garlands in a bower, and remember that all mortals, rich or poor, end in the grave.
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HORACE, BOOK I. ODE III.
Equam memento rebus in arduis.
FRIEND, amid this transient scene,
Of intermingled joy and woe,
Still learn to keep a soul serene,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.
Whether involv'd in thought you sit,
And pensive muse the hours away;
Or 'midst the flow of wine and wit,
At ease indulge the festive day;
Within your favorite bower reclin'd,
Around where freshest odors breathe,
Where varied shades aloft are twin'd,
And limpid waters purl beneath;
Here be the sparkling goblet crown'd,
The liberal board with garlands drest;
Be short-liv'd roses scatter'd round,
While fate permits you to be blest.
Too soon your villa's stately pride,
And all the useless wealth you hoard,
Your spreading lawns, and meadows wide,
Shall go to glut some unknown lord.
All mortal-born, alike our doom;
The prince, the peasant, and the slave,
Alike all journey to the tomb;
In dust all mingle in the grave.
Equam memento rebus in arduis.
FRIEND, amid this transient scene,
Of intermingled joy and woe,
Still learn to keep a soul serene,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.
Whether involv'd in thought you sit,
And pensive muse the hours away;
Or 'midst the flow of wine and wit,
At ease indulge the festive day;
Within your favorite bower reclin'd,
Around where freshest odors breathe,
Where varied shades aloft are twin'd,
And limpid waters purl beneath;
Here be the sparkling goblet crown'd,
The liberal board with garlands drest;
Be short-liv'd roses scatter'd round,
While fate permits you to be blest.
Too soon your villa's stately pride,
And all the useless wealth you hoard,
Your spreading lawns, and meadows wide,
Shall go to glut some unknown lord.
All mortal-born, alike our doom;
The prince, the peasant, and the slave,
Alike all journey to the tomb;
In dust all mingle in the grave.
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Death Mortality
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Horace Ode
Serenity
Mortality
Carpe Diem
Transient Life
What entities or persons were involved?
Horace
Literary Details
Title
Horace, Book I. Ode Iii.
Author
Horace
Subject
Equam Memento Rebus In Arduis
Key Lines
Friend, Amid This Transient Scene, Of Intermingled Joy And Woe, Still Learn To Keep A Soul Serene, Nor Swell Too High, Nor Sink Too Low.
All Mortal Born, Alike Our Doom; The Prince, The Peasant, And The Slave, Alike All Journey To The Tomb; In Dust All Mingle In The Grave.