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THE ODES OF HORACE

BOOK FIVE

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There are whose study is of smells,
  Who to attentive schools rehearse
What something mixed with something else
  Makes something worse.

Some cultivate in broths impure
  The clients of our body; these,
Increasing without Venus, cure
  Or cause disease.

Others the heated wheel extol,
  And all its offspring, whose concern
Is how to make it farthest roll
  And fastest turn.

Me, much incurious if the hour
  Present, or to be paid for, brings
Me to Brundusium by the power
  Of wheels of wings,

Me, in whose breast no flame hath burned
  Life long, save that by Pindar lit,
Such lore leaves cold; nor have I turned
  Aside for it,

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