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|notes= Translated by [[A. S. Kline]] <small><span class="plainlinks">[http://la.wikisource.org/wiki/Carmina_(Horatius)_II,_XVII Latin original text]</span> - [[fr.ws: Ode II.17 - À Mécène|French Ulysse de Séguier's translation]]</small>
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{{poem-on| We’ll Go Together}}<poem>
Why do you stifle me with your complaining?
It’s neither the gods’ idea nor mine to die
before you, Maecenas, you’re the great
glory, and pillar of my existence.
Ah, if some premature blow snatches away
half of my spirit, why should the rest remain,
no longer as loved, nor surviving
entire? That day shall lead us to ruin
together. I’m not making some treacherous
promise: whenever you lead the way, let’s go,
let’s go, prepared as friends to set out,
you and I, to try the final journey.
No Chimaera’s fiery breath will ever tear
me from you, or if he should rise against me
hundred handed Gyas: that’s the will
of all-powerful Justice and the Fates.
Whether Libra or fearful Scorpio shone
more powerfully on me at my natal hour,
or Capricorn, which is the ruler
of the waters that flow round Italy,
our stars were mutually aspected in their
marvellous way. Jupiter’s protection shone,
brighter for you than baleful Saturn,
and rescued you, and held back the rapid
wings of Fate, that day when the people crowding
the theatre, three times broke into wild applause:
I’d have received the trunk of a tree
on my head, if Faunus, the guardian
of Mercurial poets, hadn’t warded off
the blow with his hand. So remember to make
due offering: you build a votive shrine:
I’ll come and sacrifice a humble lamb.
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Book II, 16: Contentment The Odes
Book II, 17: We’ll Go Together
written by Horace 		Book II, 18: Vain Riches
Latin original text - French Ulysse de Séguier's translation



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