Do not ask, my Leuconoe (for it is not right to know)
What final bound the gods have placed on my life or on yours;
And do not try the horoscopes that Babylonians make.
How much better it is for us to endure whatever comes-
Whether Jupiter gives us more winters, or whether he’s bestowed
The last- this one that now wears down the Adriatic Sea,
Beating it against the facing pumice cliffs.
Strain the wine, and, too, pare back your lengthy hope to fit
Within a narrow span of time. For even
while we speak,
Begrudging Time will have flown away. So
pluck the fruit of now,
And put as little trust as you can in what will come hereafter.
quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. Ut melius, quicquid erit,
pati, seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum! sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Father Time Overcome by Love, Hope, and Beauty, Simon Vouet, 1627
1969 Camaro with a 396 at a recent car show. The owner put an aftermarket breather on the motor and he/she wasn’t around then I took the pic so I’m not sure of the horsepower. The car had an automatic. The Super Sport with the Rally Sport option still takes my breath away!