contentment is to be satisfied with little, as Horace is with his Sabine farm. III.17, Aeli vetusto nobilis ab Lamo... – Prepare for Storms Tomorrow – To Aelius Lamia – The crow foretells a stormy day tomorrow – Gather some firewood while you may, and spend the day in festivity. III.18, Faune, Nympharum fugientum amator... – Hymn to Faunus – Horace asks Faunus to bless his flocks and fields, for when Faunus is near, the whole countryside is glad. III.19, Quantum distet ab Inacho... – Invitation to a Banquet – Horace invites Telephus to give up for a time his historical researches, and join him at a banquet in honor of Murena. III.20, Non vides quanto moveas periclo... – The Rivals – Horace humorously describes a contest between Pyrrhus and some maiden for the exclusive regards of Nearchus. III.21, O nata mecum consule Manlio... – To a Wine-Jar – Horace, preparing to entertain his friend the orator M. Valerius Messala Corvinus, sings of the manifold virtues of wine. III.22, Montium custos nemorumque virgo – To Diana – Horace dedicates a pine tree to Diana, and vows to the goddess a yearly sacrifice. III.23, Caelo supinas si tuleris manus – Humble Sacrifices Devoutly Offered – Horace assures the rustic Phidyle that the favor of the gods is gained not by costly offerings, but simple sacrifices such as salted meal offered with true feeling. III.24, Intactis opulentior... – The Curse of Mammon – Boundless riches cannot banish fear or avert death. A simple life like that of the Scythians is the healthiest and best. Stringent laws are needed to curb the present luxury and licentiousness. III.25, Quo me, Bacche, rapis tui... – To Bacchus in Honor of Augustus – Horace fancies himself carried along by Bacchus amid woods and wilds to celebrate, in some distant cave, the praises of Augustus. III.26, Vixi puellis nuper idoneus... – Love's Triumphs Are Ended – Scorned by the haughty Chloe, the poet, like a discharged soldier, abandons the arms of love. But he begs of Venus, as a last request, that his slighted love may not go unavenged. III.27, Impios parrae recinentis omen... – Galatea, Beware! – Addressed to Galatea, whom the poet seeks to dissuade from the voyage she intended to make during the stormy season of the year. He bids her to beware, lest the mild aspect of the deceitful skies lead her astray