Translated by John Addington Symonds

LAUREL-CROWNED Horatius,
  True, how true thy saying!
Swift as wind flies over us
  Time, devouring, slaying.
Where are, oh! those goblets full
  Of wine honey-laden,
Strifes and loves and bountiful
  Lips of ruddy maiden?

Grows the young grape tenderly,
  And the maid is...