Odes 1.13

Jealousy

by Horace

As in Ode 1.5, the speaker has loved and lost. The lover in the earlier poem had moved on: in this one, he is still burning in the fires of jealousy. Horace could hardly have written the piece without knowing how jealousy feels, but the Greek names are as always a clue that he is probably writing more from a literary than a personal viewpoint. There was a legendary warrior called Telephus who was wounded by Achilles’s spear, then later cured by rust from it. By using the name here, Horace may be giving us a witty clue that we are dealing with someone whose passion doesn’t last. We have already met a Lydia in Ode 1.8, distracting another likely young man from athletics and military training.

What the translation calls the “last secret” (“quinta pars”, or “fifth part”) of Venus’s  nectar is probably a spiritual element in which Pythagoreans believed in  addition to the four physical ones that made up the world: fire, air, earth and water. The speaker’s “heart” is actually his liver, which was regarded as the seat of the emotions.

The language at the end of the poem is so compressed and the word-order so intricate that, like many of Horace’s most memorable passages, it is impossible to translate literally into coherent English.

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Cum tu, Lydia, Telephi
cervicem roseam, cerea Telephi
laudas bracchia, vae, meum
fervens difficili bile tumet iecur.
tum nec mens mihi nec color
certa sede manet, umor et in genas
furtim labitur arguens,
quam lentis penitus macerer ignibus.
uror, seu tibi candidos
turparunt umeros inmodicae mero
rixae sive puer furens
inpressit memorem dente labris notam.
non, si me satis audias,
speres perpetuum dulcia barbare
laedentem oscula, quae Venus
quinta parte sui nectaris imbuit.
felices ter et amplius
quos inrupta tenet copula nec malis
divolsus querimoniis
suprema citius solvet amor die.

Oh, Lydia, when you sing the praises of Telephus and his rosy neck, Telephus and the waxen white of his arms, my burning heart swells uncontrollably with bile. Then I can’t keep my mind steady, I turn pale and a stealthy tear creeping down my cheek tells that I am  tortured right to my core by slow fires. I burn if drunken quarrels have disfigured your white shoulders, or if in his frenzy the boy has given you a mark on your lips with his teeth to remember him by.  If you will only listen to me, you will not want to keep for good someone who so crudely mars your lovely lips, which Venus has infused with the last secret  of her nectar. Triply blessed and more are those united by an unshakeable bond; whose love is not torn apart by quarrels and their destructive power, and will not see them parted before their dying day.

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More Poems by Horace

  1. Luxury versus the simple life
  2. Horace’s Chloe
  3. A prayer to Venus
  4. Tibur or Tarentum: a poet’s dilemma?
  5. The Golden Mean
  6. Glycera
  7. Love lost and found
  8. Rome: disaster and salvation
  9. Love a slave-girl? Oh, Xanthias!
  10. Gyges’s constancy
  11. Pindar and Augustus
  12. O Fons Bandusiae
  13. Housman and Horace
  14. The fleeting years slip by
  15. A Farewell to arms
  16. Horace’s prayer to a wine-jar
  17. An oath to Maecenas
  18. Awe for the Gods
  19. Horace, the wolf and the upright life
  20. Augustus, master of the world
  21. Gathering rosebuds: carpe diem
  22. Fortuna
  23. A plea for burial
  24. Mourning for a good man
  25. Poscimur
  26. Stormy seas
  27. Horace returns to lyric poetry
  28. Horace’s reverence to Bacchus
  29. The tug-of-war for Nearchus
  30. Horace the peacemaker
  31. Horace rests from his labours
  32. Romulus becomes a God
  33. Unrequited love
  34. Soracte
  35. The final ode
  36. Locked out
  37. Roman values for the new age
  38. Celebrating Neptune’s feast day
  39. Neobule
  40. Horace’s wine
  41. Diffugere nives
  42. Postumus, the years slip by
  43. Wealth should be used, not hoarded
  44. Horace’s limitations
  45. Relief from care
  46. What Roman youth should be
  47. Jupiter’s authority, and Caesar’s
  48. Romulus in Heaven
  49. An invitation to Maecenas
  50. Iccius goes soldiering
  51. Lovely mother, lovelier daughter
  52. Don’t worry, be happy
  53. Some advice for Dellius
  54. Diana and Apollo: a hymn
  55. Curse you, tree!
  56. Horace’s Cleopatra ode
  57. Numida’s back
  58. The consolations of wine
  59. Pollio’s histories of civil war
  60. The pleasures and dangers of wine
  61. Horace’s monument
  62. Lydia’s tragedy
  63. Pyrrha
  64. A prayer to Mercury
  65. Horace’s first Ode
  66. Horace welcomes his army comrade
  67. Here’s to Murena!
  68. The country is best
  69. Don’t trust Barine
  70. Lalage is too young
  71. Horace the swan
  72. Licymnia
  73. Courage and decadence: the Regulus ode
  74. Last love
  75. Nereus prophesies the Trojan War
  76. A Prayer to the poetry-God
  77. Give me comfort, not riches
  78. Valgius and Mystes
  79. Carpe diem, Sestius
  80. A garland from the Muses
  81. New temples, new morals
  82. A change of mind
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