Horace, Ode 1.7

Laudabunt alii claram Rhodon aut Mytilenen

aut Epheson bimarisve Corinthi

moenia vel Baccho Thebas vel Apolline Delphos

insignis aut Thessala Tempe.

Sunt quibus unum opus est intactae Palladis urbem

carmine perpetuo celebrare et

undique decerptam fronti praeponere olivam;

plurimus in Iuonis honorem

aptum diceet equis Argos ditisque Mycenas:

me nec tam patiens Lacedaemon

nec tam Larisae percussit campus optimae,

quam domus Albuneae resonantis

et praeceps Anio ac Tiburni lucus et uda

mobilibus pomaria rivis.

Albus ut obscuro deterget nubila caelo

saepe Notus neque parturit imbris

perpetuos, sic tu sapiens finire memento

tristitiam vitaeque labores

molli, Plance, mero, seu te fulgentia signis

castra tenent seu densa tenebit

Tiburis umbra tui. Teucer Salamina patremque

cum fugeret, tamen uda Lyaeo

tempora populea fertur vinxisse corona,

sic tristis affatus amicos:

"Quo nos cumque feret melior fortuna parente,

ibimus, o socii comitesque.

Nil desperandum Teucro duce et auspice Teucro;

certus enim promisit Apollo

ambiguam tellure nova Salamina futuram.

O fortes peioraque passi

mecum saepe viri, nunc vino pellite curas;

cras ingens iterabimus aequor.

Others will praise famous Rhodes or Mytilene

or Ephesus or the walls of Corinth between

two seas or Thebes famous for Bacchus or Delphi

famous for Apollo or Thessaly famous for Tempe.

There are those for whom it is one work to celebrate with

perpetual song the city of untouched Athena and

to place in front of their forehead a plucked olive from all sides;

many a one will offer Greek horses and

Mycenean riches suitable for the honor of Juno;

neither so much as hardy Lacedaemon

nor so much as the field of fertile Larisa has struck me

as the house of resonating Albunea

and steep Anio and the sacred grove of the Tibur and

the orchards wet with moving rivers.

White Notus often scatters the clouds from the dim

sky and does not bring forth clouds of perpetual

rain, thus you be wise and remember to finish

the sadness and troubles of life

with mellow wine, Plancus, whether the gleaming camps

represent you with signs or the dense shadow

of your Tibur will hold you. When Teucer fled from Salamina

and his father, nevertheless it is said that he

bound his temples soaked with wine with a poplar crown,

thus he spoke to his sad friends:

"Wherever a fortune better than my father will bear us,

we will go, oh friends and companions.

Do not despair with Teucer as leader and with Teucer as augur;

even sure Apollo promised

that there will be an ambiguous Salamina in a new land.

Oh strong men and men who have

often suffered worse with me, now drive our your cares with wine;

tomorrow we will resume (our voyage on) the vast sea."