Horace 1.11 Carpe Diem

Tu ne quasieris -scire nefas - quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros.

You, Leuconoe, don’t seek -it is a sin to know- what end the gods have given to me, what end the gods have given to you, nor try the Babylonian numbers.

Ut melius quicquid erit pati, seu pluris hiemes, seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum.

How much better it is to suffer whatever will be whether Juppiter has allotted more winters or this is the last which now weakens the Tyrrhenium sea on the adverse pumice stones.

Sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi spem longam reseces.

May you be wise, may you strain the wine, may you cut back your long hope in a short space.

Dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

While we are speaking, envious time will have fled: harvest/pluck the day, trusting as little as possible to the next day.