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Whoever then mortal kind certain truth directs his mind
Let him with grateful heart enjoy
What good the blessed gods bestow His short lived pleasure destroy
Soon will the adverse tempests blow How great soe speeds away
Though rushing with the tempest sway 190 195
Lowly when my lot obscure
Obtain with
Weknow what glorious powers belong
To the sweet poet epic song 205
What time wakes the sounding lyre And bids departed worth aspire
Such Nestor lot This charm could save Lycian Sarpedon from the grave
But few the lengthen age obtain
Whose virtue blooms lyric strain 205
193 194 The metaphor here expressed nearly the same words the last verse the seventh Olympic ode
But liberal fortunes rise These blessings shall render
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wealth the           god should give hope that not unknown fame
Myhonor and illustrious name ages yet comemay live
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