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Seek not, Lucome, to know how long you're going to live yet -- / What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what they're going to give yet; / For Jupiter will have his way, despite how much we worry -- / Some will hang on for many a day and some die in a hurry, / The wisest thing for you to do is to embark this diem / Upon a merry escapade with some such bard as I am; / And while we sport, I'll reel you off such odes as shall surprise ye -- / To-morrow, when the headache comes -- well, then I'll satirize ye!