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tiny seed we planted?

Beautiful flower, you have taught me to see a little way into the hidden heart of
things. Now I understand that the darkness everywhere may hold possibilities
better even than my hopes.

A FREE TRANSLATION FROM HORACE

BOOK II-18.

I am not one of those on whom fortune deigns to smile. My house is not
resplendent with ivory and gold; nor is it adorned with marble arches, resting on
graceful columns brought from the quarries of distant Africa. For me no thrifty
spinners weave purple garments. I have not unexpectedly fallen heir to princely
estates, titles or power; but I have something more to be desired than all the
world’s treasures—the love of my friends, and honorable fame, won by my own
industry and talents. Despite my poverty, it is my privilege to be the companion
of the rich and mighty. I am too grateful for all these blessings to wish for more
from princes, or from the gods. My little Sabine farm is dear to me; for here I
spend my happiest days, far from the noise and strife of the world.

O, ye who live in the midst of luxury, who seek beautiful marbles for new villas,
that shall surpass the old in splendor, you never dream that the shadow of death
is hanging over your halls.

Forgetful of the tomb, you lay the foundation of your palaces. In your mad
pursuit of pleasure you rob the sea of its beach and desecrate hallowed ground.
More even than this, in your wickedness you destroy the peaceful homes of your
clients!

Without a touch of remorse you drive the father from his land, clasping to his
bosom his household gods and his half-naked children.