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