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horace-works_95		horace-works_95			.txt	text/plain	236	13	80	ODES IV. ODE VII. TO TORQUATUS The snows are fled, the herbage now returns to the fields, and the leaves to the trees. That you are not to expect things permanent, the year, and the hour that hurries away the agreeable day, admonish us. The colds are mitigated by the zephyrs: the summer follows close upon the spring, shortly to die itself, as soon as fruitful autumn shall have shed its fruits: and anon sluggish winter returns again. Who knows whether the gods above will add to this day 's reckoning the space of tomorrow? Every thing, which you shall indulge to your beloved soul, will escape the greedy hands of your heir. When once, Torquatus, you shall be dead, and Minos shall have made his awful decisions concerning you; not your family, not you eloquence, not your piety shall restore you.	./cache/horace-works_95.txt	./txt/horace-works_95.txt