Leuconoe, don't ask — it's a sin to know — what end the gods will give me or you. Don't play with Babylonian fortune-telling either. It is better to endure whatever will be. Whether Jupiter has allotted many more winters to you or this final one which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite — be smart, drink your wine. Scale back your long hopes to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have (already) fled. Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.
- Horace (Tu ne quaesieris)
The first time it was used, 23 B.C. Still rings true two thousand years later.
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