Odes 1.7

The consolations of wine

by Horace

Plancus, this ode’s dedicatee, was a political and military heavyweight whose achievements included founding the city of Lyons, a consulship and proposing the title of Augustus for Octavian. He was a supporter of Mark Antony who defected to Octavian shortly before the Battle of Actium.

Commentators have puzzled over the purpose of the poem, but a simple explanation is available. Horace prefers Tibur to the famous spots of the Greek world; Plancus is also associated with Tibur and (by implication) might wish to spend his time there, but he is a man with public responsibilities which are likely to take him away. Horace (again by implication) likens him to Teucer, a flattering comparison as Teucer was a hero who bravely bore circumstances which kept him, too, unwillingly away from his home. In the meantime, wine offers a solution, albeit a temporary one.

Teucer’s father, Telamon, exiled him from his home, Salamis, when he returned from the Trojan war without avenging his brother, Ajax, who killed himself after failing to be awarded the arms of the dead Achilles. The poplar that Teucer wears as a garland was sacred to Hercules.

The metre alternates dactylic hexameters (the six-measure metre of epic) with dactylic tetrameters (a shorter variant with four measures).

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Laudabunt alii claram Rhodon aut Mytilenen
aut Epheson bimarisve Corinthi
moenia vel Baccho Thebas vel Apolline Delphos
insignis aut Thessala Tempe;
sunt quibus unum opus est intactae Palladis urbem
carmine perpetuo celebrare et
undique decerptam fronti praeponere olivam;
plurimus in Iunonis honorem
aptum dicet equis Argos ditisque Mycenas:
me nec tam patiens Lacedaemon
nec tam Larisae percussit campus opimae
quam domus Albuneae resonantis
et praeceps Anio ac Tiburni lucus et uda
mobilibus pomaria rivis.
albus ut obscuro deterget nubila caelo
saepe Notus neque parturit imbris
perpetuos, sic tu sapiens finire memento
tristitiam vitaeque labores
molli, Plance, mero, seu te fulgentia signis
castra tenent seu densa tenebit
Tiburis umbra tui. Teucer Salamina patremque
cum fugeret, tamen uda Lyaeo
tempora populea fertur vinxisse corona
sic tristis adfatus amicos:
“quo nos cumque feret melior fortuna parente,
ibimus—o socii comitesque,
nil desperandum Teucro duce et auspice Teucro:
certus enim promisit Apollo
ambiguam tellure nova Salamina futuram.
o fortes peioraque passi
mecum saepe viri, nunc vino pellite curas;
cras ingens iterabimus aequor.”

Others will praise famous Rhodes or Mytilene or Ephesus, or the walls of Corinth on her two seas, Thebes or Delphos famous for Bacchus and Apollo, or Thessaly’s Tempe; there are some whose only occupation is to celebrate the city of virgin Pallas with perpetual song and place olive, gathered from all around, on their brow; some in the greatest numbers will tell in Juno’s honour of Argos, so fit for horses, and wealthy Mycenae: but on me, neither hardy Sparta nor the farmland of Larisa, fertile as she is, makes such an impression on me as the grotto of Albunea’s echoing [oracle], the river Anio plunging down, the groves of Tibur and her orchards watered by the branchings of the river. As the south wind may often blow clear and drive clouds away from a lowering sky, and does not always give birth to rains, so you, if you are wise, Plancus, remember to put an end to sadness and the trials of life with the gentleness of wine, whether it is the camp,  gleaming with its standards, that holds you, or the deep shade of your native Tibur. Even when he was leaving Salamis and his father for exile, they say that Teucer bound his temples, fuddled with wine, with a crown of poplar, and said to his unhappy friends: “Wherever fortune, kinder than a father, may take us, we shall go – friends and comrades, there is no call for despair when Teucer is your leader and Teucer your protector: Apollo was clear when he promised that there would be a second Salamis in a new land. Men, you are hardy, and have often gone through worse with me: for now drive away your cares with wine – we will brave the mighty sea again tomorrow.”

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More Poems by Horace

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