Why rend my heart with that sad sigh?It cannot please the gods or meThat you, Maecenas, first should die,My pillar of prosperity.Ah! should I lose one half my soulUntimely, can the other stayBehind it? Life that is not whole,Is that as sweet? The self-same dayShall crush us twain; no idle oathHas Horace sworn; whene'er you go,We both will travel, travel bothThe last dark journey down below.No, not Chimaera's fiery breath,Nor Gyas, could he rise again,Shall part us; Justice, strong as death,So wills it; so the Fates ordain.Whether 'twas Libra saw me bornOr angry Scorpio, lord malignOf natal hour, or Capricorn,The tyrant of the western brine,