Odes 3.16

The lust for money versus the simple life

by Horace

This poem turns on the statement in the middle that “the more a man denies himself gain, the more he will get from the gods.” The first half is devoted to examples of wealth and the desire for it bringing trouble: the second asserts that the benefits of a (comparatively, in Horace’s case) frugal life outweigh those of riches and the greed and worry they inspire. If that much seems clear, some of the messages are surprising. The good but frugal life that Horace claims to live is spent on the Sabine farm that was famously given to him by his patron Maecenas, to whom the poem is addressed, and who could be excused for feeling that the generosity of his gift is being understated. Commentators suggest that there is an implied compliment to Maecenas, who was known for his modesty in remaining a Knight rather than taking Senatorial rank: if so, it seems pretty oblique. The solution to the puzzle must lie somewhere in the detail of the personal relationship between the two men, which was certainly close and affectionate.

Danäe was possessed by Jupiter in the form of a shower of gold and became the mother of Perseus: Horace humorously uses a word that can mean a sex-worker’s price to describe Jupiter in his golden transformation. The attempts of various academic commentators to work out the practical details of the transaction seem unnecessary and naïve. Amphiaraus’s wife was bribed with a necklace to persuade him to join the legendary campaign of the Seven against Thebes, in which he was killed. The “man from Macedon” was the father of Alexander the Great. “Laestrygonian jars” is an indication that the wine was from Formiae, a good appellation. Alyattes was a Lydian King and father of the legendarily wealthy Croesus. Mygdon was a Homeric hero with a kingdom somewhere in north-eastern Greece or western Asia Minor.

Metre: Asclepiad.

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Inclusam Danaen turris aenea
robustaeque fores et vigilum canum
tristes excubiae munierant satis
nocturnis ab adulteris,

si non Acrisium virginis abditae
custodem pavidum Iuppiter et Venus
risissent: fore enim tutum iter et patens
converso in pretium deo.

aurum per medios ire satellites
et perrumpere amat saxa potentius
ictu fulmineo: concidit auguris
Argivi domus ob lucrum

demersa exitio; diffidit urbium
portas vir Macedo et subruit aemulos
reges muneribus; munera navium
saevos inlaqueant duces.

crescentem sequitur cura pecuniam
maiorumque fames. iure perhorrui
late conspicuum tollere verticem,
Maecenas, equitum decus.

quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
ab dis plura feret nil cupientium
nudus castra peto et transfuga divitum
partis linquere gestio,

contemptae dominus splendidior rei,
quam si quidquid arat inpiger Apulus
occultare meis dicerer horreis,
magnas inter opes inops.

purae rivos aquae silvaque iugerum
paucorum et segetis certa fides meae
fulgentem imperio fertilis Africae
fallit sorte beatior.

quamquam nec Calabrae mella ferunt apes
nec Laestrygonia Bacchus in amphora
languescit mihi nec pinguia Gallicis
crescunt vellera pascuis:

inportuna tamen pauperies abest
nec, si plura velim, tu dare deneges.
contracto melius parva cupidine
vectigalia porrigam

quam si Mygdoniis regnum Alyattei
campis continuem. multa petentibus
desunt multa: bene est cui deus obtulit
parca quod satis est manu.

A turret of brass and strong oak doors and the grim vigils of guard-dogs would have kept Danae safe enough in her prison from dalliances in the night, had Jupiter and Venus not laughed at Acrisius, the hidden virgin’s frightened jailer, because the way to her was going to be wide open and easy when the God had turned himself into the price of her favours. Gold has a way of passing through bodyguards and breaking through stone more powerfully than a lightning-strike. It was for money that the house of the Argive seer [Amphiaraus] collapsed into ruin; [King Phillip], the man from Macedon, subverted competing kings with bribes; bribes snare the savage captains of [pirate] ships. Worry, and the hunger for more, follows money as it grows: I have been right to shrink in horror from raising my head and making myself conspicuous far and wide, Maecenas, glory of the Knights. The more a man denies himself gain, the more he will get from the gods. Naked, I turn deserter and make for the camp of those who covet nothing, eager to leave the party of the rich, and prouder as the master of an estate that some hold in contempt than if reputed to be poor in the midst of wealth, and to have more hidden away in my granary than the busy Apulian gets by his ploughing. What the man who basks in the splendour of his estates in fertile Africa fails to see is that my stream of pure water, my few acres of woodland and my faith in my trusty cornfield make my lot happier than his. Though no Calabrian bees bring me honey, no wine is mellowing for me in Laestrygonian jars, and no sheep are growing fat fleeces for me in the pastures of Gaul, yet there is no nagging poverty here, nor, if I wanted more, would you refuse to give it. By moderating my desires, I shall make my small revenues go further than if I joined the kingdom of Alyattes to the fields of Mygdon. Those who seek much, lack much; the man is happy to whom, with a sparing hand, the god has given what is enough.

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More Poems by Horace

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

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