Horace

excerpt, Ode 12, Book 3

1. miserarum neque amore dare ludum neque dulci
2. mala vino lavere aut exanimari metuentes
3. patruae verbera linguae
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5. tibi qualum cytherae puer ales, tibi telas
6. operosaeque Minervae studium aufert, Neobule
7. liparaei nitor hebri
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9. simul unctos tiberinis umeros lavit in undis
10. eques ipso melior bellerophonte, neque pugno
11. neque segni pede victus
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13. catus idem per apertum fugientes agitato
14. grege cervos iaculari et celer arto latitantem
15. fruticeto excipere aprum

1. O those poor sad little ladies, with no chance for love or playing,
2. Washing off toil with wine, but mad lashings of an uncles’ bad tongue
3. Forever fearing.
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5. To you, Neobule, for a moment now forgetting
6. The loom’s labor and the boredom of the shuttle, appearing
7. Like a winged Cupid soaring, that shining image
8. Hebrus of Lipari,
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10. As his smooth slick limbs he plunges in the Tiber’s waters,
11. Now a better horseman than Bellerophon, now boxing, running
12. And never beaten,
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14. Sharp-eyed, about to spear the deer herd whirling there in the meadow,
15. Or poised, lance lowered, by the dense thicket, for the huge boar
16. Hiding… waiting.