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 THE ODES OF HORACE

BOOK FIVE

I HERE are whose study is of smells, Who to attentive schools rehearse What something mixed with something else Makes something worse.

Some cultivate in broths impure The clients of our body; these, Increasing without Venus, cure Or cause disease.

Others the heated wheel extol, And all its offspring, whose concern Is how to make it farthest roll And fastest turn.

Me, much incurious if the hour Present, or to be paid for, brings Me to Brundusium by the power Of wheels of wings,

Me, in whose breast no flame hath burned Life long, save that by Pindar lit, Such lore leaves cold; nor have I turned Aside for it, 13