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