Horace’s Odes

Horace’s Odes

I used to worship the gods grudgingly,

and not often, a wanderer expert

in a crazy wisdom, but now I am forced

to sail back and once again go over

the course I had left behind. For Jupiter

who usually parts the clouds with the fire

of his lightning has driven his horses

and his flying chariot across a

cloudless sky,

shaking the dull earth and winding rivers,

the Styx and the fearsome halls of hateful Taenarus,

and the Atlantean limits

of the world. God has the power

to exchange high and low, to humble the great,

and bring forward the obscure. With a shrill cry rapacious Fortune snatches the crown from

one head

and delights to lay it on another.









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