The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 1/Part 11
Tu ne quæsieris.
ASK not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our
destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your
Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like
Whether Jove has many winters yet to give, or
this our last;
This, that makes the Tyrrhene billows spend
their strength against the shore.
Strain your wine and prove your wisdom; life is
short; should hope be more?
In the moment of our talking, envious time has
Seize the present; trust to-morrow e'en as little
as you may.