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horace-works_54		horace-works_54			.txt	text/plain	300	13	72	TO GROSPHUS O Grosphus, he that is caught in the wide Aegean Sea; when a black tempest has obscured the moon, and not a star appears with steady light for the mariners, supplicates the gods for repose: for repose, Thrace furious in war; the quivergraced Medes, for repose neither purchasable by jewels, nor by purple, nor by gold. For neither regal treasures nor the consul 's officer can remove the wretched tumults of the mind, nor the cares that hover about splendid ceilings. Consuming care boards even brazenbeaked ships: nor does it quit the troops of horsemen, for it is more fleet than the stags, more fleet than the stormdriving east wind. Around you a hundred flocks bleat, and Sicilian heifers low; for your use the mare, fit for the harness, neighs; wool doubly dipped in the African purpledye, clothes you: on me undeceitful fate has bestowed a small country estate, and the slight inspiration of the Grecian muse, and a contempt for the malignity of the vulgar.	./cache/horace-works_54.txt	./txt/horace-works_54.txt