Answer Happy

Thought Question (Early Rome)
Pry not in forbidden lore,
Ask no more, Leuconoë,
How many years—to you?—to me?—
The gods will send us
Before they end us;
Nor, questing, fix your hopes
On Babylonian horoscopes.
Learn to accept whatever is to be:
Whether Jove grant us many winters,
Or make of this the last, which splinters
Now on opposing cliffs the Tuscan sea.
Be wise; decant your wine; condense
Large aims to fit life’s cramped circumference.
We talk, time flies—you’ve said it!
Make hay today,
Tomorrow rates no credit.