id author title date pages extension mime words sentences flesch summary cache txt horace-works_27 horace-works_27 .txt text/plain 179 15 83 ODES I. ODE XXVII. TO HIS COMPANIONS To quarrel over your cups, which were made for joy, is downright Thracian. Away with the barbarous custom, and protect modest Bacchus from bloody frays. How immensely disagreeable to wine and candles is the sabre of the Medes! O my companions, repress your wicked vociferations, and rest quietly on bended elbow. Would you have me also take my share of stout Falernian? Let the brother of Opuntian Megilla then declare, with what wound he is blessed, with what dart he is dying.--What, do you refuse? I will not drink upon any other condition. Whatever kind of passion rules you, it scorches you with the flames you need not be ashamed of, and you always indulge in an honorable, an ingenuous love. Come, whatever is your case, trust it to faithful ears. in what a Charybdis art thou struggling, O youth, worthy of a better flame! ./cache/horace-works_27.txt ./txt/horace-works_27.txt