Horace Ode 2.3

Remember to keep an even spirit in difficult matters, not otherwise in good (times a spirit) held from immoderate joy, Delius, soon to die, whether you live sad at every moment or you delight yourself in distant meadow, bent back with familiar Falernian from within (the cellar) through feast days. To what do the huge pine and white poplar love to join hospitable shade with their branches? Why does the swift water strive to waver with slanting stream? Order (them) to bear here the wine and perfumed oils and too brief flowers of the charming rose, while means and age and the black thread of the three sisters allow. You will yield purchased glades and home and the farmhouse which the yellow Tiber washes; you will yield and your heir will posses your riches piled high. Whether you linger under the sky (lit. god) rich (and) born from ancient Inachus or poor and from the lowest race is no difference (when you are) a victim of Orcus pitying nothing. We are all gathered to the same (place), the lot of all later (or) sooner is turned about to leave from the urn and about to put us on a skiff for eternal exile.