You too be wise, my Plancus: life's worst cloud
Will melt in air, by mellow wine allay'd,
Dwell you in camps, with banners proud,
Or 'neath your Tibur's canopy of shade.
Will melt in air, by mellow wine allay'd,
Dwell you in camps, with banners proud,
Or 'neath your Tibur's canopy of shade.
Horace - Odes, Carmen
