|My Copy||old everyman's clothbound|
|First Read||January 29, 2013|
The Works of Horace
He's more a king who can control
The greedy longings of his soul,
Than if wild tribes from pole to pole
Bowed to his sovereign sway.
Dropsies indulged are the worst:
The puffing, pale and raging thirst
Increase, til from the system first
The cause be driven away.
Quoted on March 4, 2013