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horace-works_66		horace-works_66			.txt	text/plain	223	8	68	ODES III. ODE VIII. TO MAECENAS O Maecenas, learned in both languages, you wonder what I, a single man, have to do on the calends of March; what these flowers mean, and the censer replete with frankincense, and the coals laid upon the live turf. Take, my Maecenas, a hundred cups on account of the safety of your friend, and continue the wakeful lamps even to daylight: all clamor and passion be far away. Postpone your political cares with regard to the state: the army of the Dacian Cotison is defeated; the troublesome Mede is quarreling with himself in a horrible[ civil] war: the Cantabrian, our old enemy on the Spanish coast, is subject to us, though conquered by a longdisputed victory: now, too, the Scythians are preparing to quit the field with their imbent bows. Neglectful, as a private person, forbear to be too solicitous lest the community in any wise suffer, and joyfully seize the boons of the present hour, and quit serious affairs.	./cache/horace-works_66.txt	./txt/horace-works_66.txt