Seek Not, Leucon'E, To Know How Long You're Going To Live Yet, What Boons The Gods Will Yet Withhold, Or What They're Going To Give Yet; For Jupiter Will Have His Way, Despite How Much We Worry,-- Some Will Hang On For Many A Day, And Some Die In A Hurry. The Wisest Thing For You To Do Is To Embark This Diem Upon A Merry Escapade With Some Such Bard As I Am. And While We Sport I'll Reel You Off Such Odes As Shall Surprise Ye; To-Morrow, When The Headache Comes,--Well, Then I'll Satirize Ye!