Horace Ode 3.1

I hate the uninitiated crowd and I keep (it) away; be propitious with your tongues: as priest of the Muses, for girls and boys I sing songs not before heard. Power of kings to be feared is over their own flocks, over the kings themselves is (the power) of Jove, famous for his triumph over the Giants, moving all thing by his eyebrow. It is for (one) man to arrange his trees more widely in his furrows than (another) man, (it is for) this man to go down to the Campus a more well-bread candidate, (it is for) this man to strive better in morals and reputation, (it is for) that man to have a larger crowd of clients: Necessity with fair rule sorts the famous and the lowest; her spacious urn moves every name. For whom a drawn sword hangs over his impious neck, Sicilian feasts will not enhance sweet flavor, the song of birds and the lyre will not lead back sleep: gentle sleep does not scorn the lowly homes of men and the shady bank, not Tempe shaken by the west winds. Neither the turbulent sea nor the savage attack of falling Arcturus or of rising Haedus worries the one desiring what is enough, not vines beaten by hail and a lying farm, with a tree blaming now the waters, now the stars parching the fields, now unfair winters. Fish feel seas narrowed with masses thrown into the deep; hither crowding the contractor throws down the rubble with his slaves and the master scornful of his land: but Fear and Threats climb to the same (place) as (lit. where) the master, nor does black Care leave the bronze-covered trireme, and she sits behind the knight. But if neither Phrygian stone nor the use, brighter than a star, of purples, nor Falernian vine and Achaemenid plant mollifies the man grieving, why with doorposts to be envied and with new rite am I to build a lofty entrance hall? Why am I to exchange troublesome riches for my Sabine vale?