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Horace on Contentment

But stay! Despite your wondrous wealth and fame, None is so sure as Plato, so rapacious— You cannot beat, you cannot tie his game; The grave that yawns for rich and poor is spacious. (Translator’s Note: Q. H. was euphemistic. They used to say. I call him socialistic.)