Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I'd follow my dreams if I could figure out what they are...

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Cras te victurum, cras dicis, Postume, semper;
dic mihi, cras istud, Postume, quando venit?
Quam longe cras istud? ubi est? aut unde petendum?
Numquid apud Parthos Armeniosque latet?
Iam cras istud habet Priami vel Nestoris annos.
Cras istud quanti, dic mihi, possit emi?
Cras vives? Hodie iam vivere, Postume, serum est:
ille sapit quisquis, Postume, vixit heri.

-- Martial, Epigrams 5.58

You always say, Postumus, that you will live tomorrow.
Tell me: when will it come, that "tomorrow" of yours?
How far off is it? Where is it? Or from where should it be sought?
Does it lie hidden among the Parthians or the Armenians?
Already your "tomorrow" has as many years as Priam or Nestor.
Tell me: for what price can your "tomorrow" be bought?
You say you'll live tomorrow? It's already too late to live today, Postumus.
He is a wise man, Postumus, who lived yesterday.

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