Odes 2.17

An oath to Maecenas

by Horace

When Horace has addressed Maecenas before in the odes there has been warmth but distance: the grateful respect and subordination of a (comparatively) poor artist for a patron who is rich, and one of the most powerful public figures of his age. This poem is fundamentally different. The first line brings us up short with what could have been dialogue between an old married couple, and the distance between the two men vanishes, to be replaced by a moving picture of ardent and intimate friendship. No wonder that the ancient “Life” of Horace tells us that Maecenas, at his death, left a request to Augustus to be no less mindful of Horace than he would have been of Maecenas himself. The references to Saturn and applause in the theatre relate to Maecenas’s recovery from an illness from which he had seemed likely to die; Horace’s close shave with the tree is the subject of Ode 2.13, which is also on Pantheon Poets.

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Cur me querelis exanimas tuis?
nec dis amicum est nec mihi te prius
obire, Maecenas, mearum
grande decus columenque rerum.

a, te meae si partem animae rapit
maturior vis, quid moror altera,
nec carus aeque nec superstes
integer? ille dies utramque

ducet ruinam. non ego perfidum
dixi sacramentum ibimus, ibimus,
utcumque praecedes, supremum
carpere iter comites parati.

me nec Chimaerae spiritus igneae
nec si resurgat centimanus Gyas
divellet umquam: sic potenti
Iustitiae placitumque Parcis.

seu Libra seu me Scorpios adspicit
formidolosus pars violentior
natalis horae seu tyrannus
Hesperiae Capricornus undae:

utrumque nostrum incredibili modo
consentit astrum; te Iovis inpio
tutela Saturno refulgens
eripuit volucrisque Fati

tardavit alas, cum populus frequens
laetum theatris ter crepuit sonum;
me truncus inlapsus cerebro,
sustulerat, nisi Faunus ictum

dextra levasset, Mercurialium
custos virorum. reddere victimas
aedemque votivam memento;
nos humilem feriemus agnam.

Why do you terrify me by saying such gloomy things? To die first would be unfriendly both to me and the gods, Maecenas, great glory and keystone of all my affairs! Ah, if some earlier force snatches you, half of my soul, away, why should I linger here as the other half, still alive but no longer whole, nor meaning so much to myself as before? That day will bring the destruction of us both! It was no false oath I swore to you: I shall go, I shall go wherever you precede, prepared to be your comrade on the last journey of all! Neither the breath of the fiery Chimera, nor hundred-handed Gyas should he rise again, will ever tear me from you: such is the will of mighty Justice and of the Fates. Whether it is Libra that looks on me, or dread Scorpio, the more violent aspect of my horoscope, or Capricorn, arbitrary ruler of the western waves, your star and mine are in amazing harmony. In your case, the resplendent protection of Jupiter snatched you from malign Saturn and slowed the swift wings of fate, when the public thronging the theatre broke out three times into happy applause; in mine, that tree would have fallen on my head and killed me, had Faunus, guardian of those of us who live under Mercury, not deflected the blow with his hand. Remember to show gratitude with sacrifices and a votive temple: I will contribute a humble lamb.

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More Poems by Horace

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