Horace+Odes+3.9

__**Horace Odes 3.9**__

//As long as I was pleasing to you,//
 * Donec gratus eram tibi,**

//and there was not any preferable young man giving//
 * nec quisquam potior brachia candidae**

//his arms to your white neck,//
 * cervici iuvenis dabat,**

//I flourished more happy than the king of the Persians//
 * Persarum vigui rege beatior.**

//'As long as you did not burn more for another (woman, something feminine)//
 * ‘donec non alia magis**

//and Lydia was not second to Chloe,//
 * arsisti, neque erat Lydia post Chloen,**

//I, Lydia of much name, flourished brighter//
 * multi Lydia nominis**

//than Roman Ilia.'//
 * Romana vigui clarior Ilia.’**

//Now Thracian Chloe rules me//
 * me nunc Thressa Chloe regit,**

//learned with respect to sweet poetry and knowing of the lyre,//
 * dulcis docta modos et citharae sciens,**

//for whom I will not fear to die,//
 * pro qua non metuam mori,**

//if the Fates will spare my surviving darling.//
 * si parcent animae fata superstiti.**

//Calais the son of Ornytus of Thurii//
 * ‘me torret face mutua**

//burns me by means of a mutual torch//
 * Thurini Calais filius Ornyti,**

//for whom I will suffer to die twice//
 * pro quo bis patiar mori,**

//if the Fates will spare the surviving boy.'//
 * si parcent puero fata superstiti.’**

//What if ancient Venus returns//
 * quid si prisca redit Venus**

//and drives together the yoke of bronze having been split//
 * diductosque iugo cogit aeneo,**

//if blonde Chloe is shaken out//
 * si flava excutitur Chloe,**

//and the door lies open for rejected Lydia?//
 * reiectaeque patet ianua Lydiae?**

//'Although he is more beautiful than a star ,//
 * ‘quamquam sidere puchrior**

//you are more fickle than a cork and//
 * ille est, tu levior cortice et inprobo**

//more angry than the unruly Adriatic Sea//
 * iracundior Hadria,**

//I would like to live with you, I willing would die with you.'//
 * tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens.’**