O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome;And in the country, still conjoined by fate, Behold our villas standing gate by gate), Thou hast a daughter, dearer far than life -Thy image and the image of thy wife.
Thy image and thy wife's, and be it so!
But why for her, { neglect the flowing } can { O Nepos, leave the }
And lose the prime of thy Falernian?
Hoard casks of money, if to hoard be thine;But let thy daughter drink a younger wine!
Let her go rich and wise, in silk and fur;Lay down a { bin that shall } grow old with her;{ vintage to }
But thou, meantime, the while the batch is sound, With pleased companions pass the bowl around;Nor let the childless only taste delights, For Fathers also may enjoy their nights.
