Odes 1.8

A Farewell to arms

by Horace

Horace humorously scolds a young man whose love-life is distracting him from the soldierly pursuits on which he should be spending his time – a type known in comedy, the commentators tell us. (His name, Sybaris, is also that of a town proverbial for the softness and love of luxury of its inhabitants). There is no doubt about who is really being criticised, though Horace tactfully addresses his complaints to the young man’s girlfriend, rather than to Sybaris in person.

Thetis’s son, who is referred to at the end, was Achilles. According to myth, his mother dressed him in girl’s clothing and hid him among the daughters of King Lycomedes of Scyros in an attempt to prevent him from fighting in the Trojan war.

The unusual metre is greater Sapphics.

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Lydia, dic per omnis
te deos oro, Sybarin cur properes amando
perdere, cur apricum
oderit campum patiens pulveris atque solis,
cur neque militaris
inter aequalis equitet, Gallica nec lupatis
temperet ora frenis?
cur timet flavum Tiberim tangere? cur olivum
sanguine viperino
cautius vitat neque iam livida gestat armis
bracchia saepe disco,
saepe trans finem iaculo nobilis expedito?
quid latet, ut marinae
filium dicunt Thetidis sub lacrimosa Troiae
funera, ne virilis
cultus in caedem et Lycias proriperet catervas?

Lydia, by all the Gods I beg you, tell me, why you are intent on ruining Sybaris by your love, why he shuns the heat of the Campus Martius, though he is well able to bear dust and sun, why does he neither ride amongst his soldierly companions, nor control the mouth of his Gallic warhorse with its fretted bit? Why is he disinclined for the touch of yellow Tiber? Why does he avoid oil and exercise more warily than serpent’s blood, and no longer has his arms bruised by his armour, a man who has been outstanding at casting beyond the mark with the discus or javelin? Why is he lying low, as they say the son of sea-born Thetis did just before the sad destruction if Troy, for fear that manly dress should fling him among slaughter and the Lycian troops?

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More Poems by Horace

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