Final Exam Part 4

Horace 1.1

Maecaenas descendant of regal blood
great and preasiding and sweet to me
they who circle the Olympic ring
contending for the greatest honor
the palms and the noble hand
all the earth and gods shall know them
How, if the mobile turbans of Quiritium
go around for their honor,
this, if the proposition is correct,
spreads horror from Lybia.
Flee the partiots ove the mountains
and into the seas which teem
with the life and the
work there that must be done.
Juno sees man at work and smiles
while Mars wishes only destruction.
But i have one goal in this life
of service. i write of the nymphs and satyrs,
the people of Europe and Polynesia
and of the islands.
for my writings are a small gift
i offer them as a great service.


Horace 1.11

You do not consider those evil writings which I, which you give a power,
Leuconoe, not the Babylonian numbers. that evil is apparent! You must see the ultimate goal of Jupiter, which now goes against the evil made smooth by the Tyrrhenum, the wisdom, one liquid and the other brief after a long rest. this is the happenings, we flee from the idea, Seize the day, for we have not many left.


Horace 3.30
I have created a monument to last the ages
stronger than the pyramid
which will not be destroyed, no storm makes it crumble
it is able to be indestructible
for all of time.
not all of me shall meet death in the labyrinth,
the praise shall be recorded and saved
on the capital the most holy resides,
Declare, the insolence of the Oceans
and the poor Danus speaking to his people
Al the things in the world may crumble buit the legacy i have created shall live on into forever.


Cat 1
To whom do I give this charming little book
Which has just been polished smooth by the stone?
Cornelius Nepos; you, for you are in the habit
Of thinking to some extent that I am terrible
Now then, when you alone to Italy
All Unfolds in time of generations of the learned maps,
Jupiter, and his labor.
Therefore you have this little book
And to the condition, that, You alone remain
Lasting throughout the ages kept safe by the Patron of maidens

Cat 2
Sparrow, the darling of my girl,
Who on each occasion she praises, who she holds in her lap,
Who gives attack to her first finger
And is accustomed to bit sharply,
When I desire your attention above all
You care for the little thing
And small consideration for my pain,
Lend then the heavy brightness to lie with me,
That you will be able to play with me as you do it
And alleviate all my pains.

Cat 3
Mourn, o Venus and Cupid,
And of all the lovely people that exist:
The sparrow is dead my girl,
The sparrow, my delicate girl,
Which you loved more than your own eyes
For he himself was honey-sweet and
Himself as well as a girl’s mother,
But circumstances at one time or point that at another
To the alone mistress constantly chirping:
For now that road has become dark,
From which they refuse to return.
But speak of evil,
Which devours all good:
So keep away my good sparrow.
O evil deed! O poor little sparrow!
You now eye my girl
This red swollen fledgling.

Cat 12
Marcus Assainie, a sinister man prone to war, in care of himself he is negligent. So why does he put himself out? they flee, the affairs of his sister and is unlovely.
I don't credit him? his brother Pollioni, who changes talents often, is a lepoard of difference for the boys that he cares for. however that syllable of good is expected, i however save the lame, coming from Saetaba to Hiberis they are miserable and i find Fabullus an Veranius. They are the fantastic.