Ode 4.13

Lyce grows old

by Horace

The unfortunate Lyce has the same name as the haughty woman who was locking Horace out in the cold in Ode 2.10, so this, some years later, looks like her come-uppance and his revenge. Editors point out that resentment of unco-operative women is a conventional theme in Greek epigram, but the mention of another mistress, Cynara, and her early death, suggests the possibility that may be more autobiography in this than in most of Horace’s odes on erotic themes.

A number of commentators claim to find empathy on Horace’s part for Lyce’s predicament in the poem, especially in the fourth, fifth and sixth stanzas. How they can square that with what Horace says in the first three and (especially) the last is beyond comprehension. Scholars understandably look for new and original readings of established texts, but sometimes the obvious interpretation is the true one.

Coan cloth, not actually silk, but similarly fine, was very diaphanous. Crows were proverbial for being long-lived.

Metre: fifth Asclepiad (two standard Asclepiadic lines of twelve syllables, followed by one seven-syllable (pherecretean) and one eight-syllable (glyconic) line).

See the illustrated blog post here.

Reading coming soon.

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Audivere, Lyce, di mea vota, di
audivere, Lyce: fis anus, et tamen
vis formosa videri
ludisque et bibis impudens

et cantu tremulo pota Cupidinem
lentum sollicitas. ille virentis et
doctae psallere Chiae
pulchris excubat in genis.

importunus enim transvolat aridas
quercus et refugit te quia luridi
dentes, te quia rugae
turpant et capitis nives.

nec Coae referunt iam tibi purpurae
nec cari lapides tempora, quae semel
notis condita fastis
inclusit volucris dies.

quo fugit Venus, heu, quoue color, decens
quo motus? Quid habes illius, illius,
quae spirabat amores,
quae me surpuerat mihi

felix post Cinaram notaque et artium
gratarum facies? sed Cinarae brevis
annos fata dederunt,
servatura diu parem

cornicis vetulae temporibus Lycen
possent ut iuvenes visere fervidi
multo non sine risu
dilapsam in cineres facem.

The Gods have heard my vows, Lyce, the Gods have heard them: you are becoming an old woman, but you want to be seen as beautiful, and you flirt and drink shamelessly, and, drunk, you vex sluggish Cupid with a shaky song: he, however, is keeping watch over the lovely cheeks of that fresh and clever musician Chia, and rudely flies past your withered oaks and runs from you, you because your yellow teeth, you, because your wrinkles, along with the snow of your head, make you ugly. Now neither crimson Coan silks nor precious jewels bring back the times of your life which the fleeting day has shut away with the public records. Where has your sex-appeal gone, alas, where your complexion? Where your attractive way of moving? What do you now have of that woman, that woman who used to breathe passion, who stole me away from myself, on top after Cynara’s days and a beauty famous for the arts of pleasing? But the fates gave Cynara a brief span of years, while planning to preserve Lyce for a lifetime as long as a little old crow’s, so that the hot young men, laughing their heads off, could see your torch fallen into ashes.

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More Poems by Horace

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

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