Ode LXVII
Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn
The wealth of Amalthea’s horn;
Nor should I ask to call the throne
Of the Tartessian prince my own;1
To totter through his train of years,
The victim of declining fears.
One little hour of joy to me
Is worth a dull eternity!
Notes
1 He here alludes to Arganthonius, who lived, according to Lucian, an hundred and fifty years; and reigned, according to Herodotus, eighty.