Horace, Be resigned to greatness

From Odes: Impios Parrae, Translated by John Conington

O, were that monster made my prize,
How would I strive to wound that brow,
How tear those horns, my frantic eyes
Adored but now!
Shameless I left my father's home;
Shameless I cheat the expectant grave;
O heaven, that naked I might roam
In lions' cave!
Now, ere decay my bloom devour
Or thin the richness of my blood,
Fain would I fall in youth's first flower,
The tigers' food.
Hark! 'tis my father--Worthless one!
What, yet alive? the oak is nigh.
'Twas well you kept your maiden zone,
The noose to tie.

 Cf. Chaucer, To the end of the world  Bryant, Saintly and criminal 
Hugo, In a grand parliament of intelligence
Andersen, Soon shall the whole world admire thy Psyche

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