id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
13885	Horace	Echoes from the Sabine Farm			.txt	text/plain	12406	579	81	Old friend, although the tearless Pluto you may strive to please, And seek each year with thrice one hundred bullocks to appease, Who keeps the thrice-huge Geryon and Tityus his slaves, Imprisoned fast forevermore with cold and sombre waves, Yet must that flood so terrible be sailed by mortals all; Whether perchance we may be kings and live in royal hall, Or lowly peasants struggling long with poverty and dearth, Still must we cross who live upon the favors of the earth. But sometime we shall meet again Beside Digentia, cool and clear,-- You and we twain, old friend; and then We'll have our fill of pagan cheer.	cache/13885.txt	txt/13885.txt
