Odes, III, 29.41 --- Horace


Happy the Man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call today his own:
He, who secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.


Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine,
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

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