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horace-works_20		horace-works_20			.txt	text/plain	98	4	75	ODE XX. ODE XX. TO MAECENAS My dear knight Maecenas, you shall drink[ at my house] ignoble Sabine wine in sober cups, which I myself sealed up in the Grecian cask, stored at the time, when so loud an applause was given to you in the amphitheatre, that the banks of your ancestral river, together with the cheerful echo of the Vatican mountain, returned your praises. You[ when you are at home] will drink the Caecuban, and the grape which is squeezed in the Calenian press; but neither the Falernian vines, nor the Formian hills, season my cups.	./cache/horace-works_20.txt	./txt/horace-works_20.txt