Making my first post.

Do not ask, it is forbidden to know, what end the gods have given for me, what end the gods have given for you, Leuconoe. Nor try the Babylonian calculations. How much better it will be to suffer what Jupiter allots, whether many winters or this final winter, which now weakens the Tyrrhenan Sea and the opposing cliffs with the waves: be wise, drink wine, and prune your hope of long life to a short span of time. While we are speaking, jealous time will escape: seize the day, how little we should trust in the future.

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.