Horace - Ode 1.9 - To Thaliarchus in Winter lyrics

See how Soracte shines in the height of snowfall, See how the toiling forests can hardly bear their cold loads, how the streams stand frozen, stilled with sharp ice in bewintering air. Thaw off this cold. Throw logs on the hearth in warm welcome, and be more generous with the pure wine drawn from that old Sabine cask, dear Thaliarchus, good host and sure friend. Let the gods take care of the rest. Once they've brought all the winds that brawl on the boiling sea to heel, then nothing shakes the ancient alder and beautiful cypress tree. Ask not of what tomorrow will bring. Each day fortune allows you, count as a blessed gain. Young man, enjoy the sweet delights of loving and dancing. Do not abstain while your green youth is free of old peevish gray. Now is the time for Campus and plaza too, for nights of sighs and whispered nothings when you and her keep a rendezvous, Time for the lovely laugh from a secret corner giving away the girl where she hides at last, for the love-bracelet from a hand whose fingers pretend to resist your grasp.