Happy the man,
and happy he alone,
he who can call today his own:
he who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst,
for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul,
Be fair or foul,
or rain or shinethe joys I have possessed,
in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself, upon the past has power,
but what has been, has been,
and I have had my hour.
Horace
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