Thursday, June 11, 2020
The End Is Nigh
Juvenal 9.125-129 (tr. Susanna Morton Braund):
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What do you suggest I do right now, after all my wasted time and cheated hopes? The fleeting blossom, you know, the briefest part of our limited and unhappy life, is speeding to an end. While we drink and call for garlands and perfumes and girls, old age is creeping up, undetected.
nunc mihi quid suades post damnum temporis et spes
deceptas? festinat enim decurrere velox
flosculus, angustae miseraeque brevissima vitae
portio; dum bibimus, dum serta, unguenta, puellas
poscimus, obrepit non intellecta senectus.
