Odes Book 3.1

Give me comfort, not riches

by Horace

This, the first in Horace’s third book, is a famous ode which includes several of his most enduring phrases. It is our old friend “carpe diem” again, but with a difference. As usual, inevitable death is in the background, but is not mentioned by name. The focus is more on the troubles that life can bring, even for the rich and ambitious – politicians, merchants, large-scale farmers, developers, rich men wanting to impress with big, flashy houses, even built out over the sea. The more you have, the more you have to worry about, is the message. The solution in this poem is not to eat, drink and be merry, but to be content with a sufficiency of good things – just like Horace and his beloved Sabine farm, a gift from his patron and friend Maecenas.

The beginning is unusually solemn: Horace claims to speak as a priest and a prophet as well as a poet, addressing the young, the future of Rome, with his salutary message, which reflects some of the basic ideas and values of Epicurean philosophy: living (comparatively) simply and avoiding both pain and excess. It is no coincidence that Augustus was conducting a campaign to bring back the simpler and more austere standards of earlier days. The lesson did not stick, as some of the enormous and luxurious buildings of his successors’ times would go to prove.

The “arbusta” that the wine-grower’s labourer plants are the trees which the Romans used to grow their vines onto. The naked sword and the Sicilian feasts are a reference to the story of the sword of Damocles, suspended over his unfortunate head by a single hair. Arcturus and the Kids are constellations that set and rise in late autumn and early winter, when the sailing season is over and only the greediest merchants can be tempted to brave rough seas and stormy weather. Building into the sea was a stock poetic example of excess and presumption. Phrygian stone may have been something used in powdered form as a medicament.

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Odi profanum volgus et arceo.
favete linguis: carmina non prius
audita Musarum sacerdos
virginibus puerisque canto.

regum timendorum in proprios greges,
reges in ipsos imperium est Iovis,
clari Giganteo triumpho,
cuncta supercilio moventis.

est ut viro vir latius ordinet
arbusta sulcis, hic generosior
descendat in campum petitor,
moribus hic meliorque fama

contendat, illi turba clientium
sit maior: aequa lege Necessitas
sortitur insignis et imos,
omne capax movet urna nomen.

destrictus ensis cui super inpia
cervice pendet, non Siculae dapes
dulcem elaborabunt saporem,
non avium citharaeque cantus

somnum reducent: somnus agrestium
lenis virorum non humilis domos
fastidit umbrosamque ripam,
non Zephyris agitata Tempe.

desiderantem quod satis est neque
tumultuosum sollicitat mare
nec saevus Arcturi cadentis
impetus aut orientis Haedi,

non verberatae grandine vineae
fundusque mendax arbore nunc aquas
culpante, nunc torrentia agros
sidera, nunc hiemes iniquas.

contracta pisces aequora sentiunt
iactis in altum molibus: huc frequens
caementa demittit redemptor
cum famulis dominusque terrae

fastidiosus: sed timor et minae
scandunt eodem, quo dominus, neque
decedit aerata triremi et
post equitem sedet atra cura.

quodsi dolentem nec Phrygius lapis
nec purpurarum sidere clarior
delenit usus nec Falerna
vitis Achaemeniumque costum,

cur invidendis postibus et novo
sublime ritu moliar atrium?
cur valle permutem Sabina
divitias operosiores?

I despise the profane crowd, I banish them! Keep an auspicious silence, while I, the priest of the Muses, sing for the young, both boys and girls, such songs as have never been heard before. The power that kings have is over their own flocks, power over kings themselves belongs to Jupiter, glorious for his victory over the Titans, who moves the universe just with an eyebrow. A man may plant yet more trees to support another man’s vines: another goes down into the Campus Martius as a candidate for office relying on his high birth, while another campaigns on superior character and reputation: another’s entourage of clients may be larger. Destiny casts their lots by her equal law, be they highly placed or the lowest of the low: her capacious urn shakes every name together. If a man has a naked sword hanging over his impious neck, even Sicilian feasts will not bring out their delicious savours for him, nor will birdsong or the lyre restore his sleep. But gentle sleep does not shirk the simple homes of country people, or the shaded bank, or the vale of Tempe, refreshed by the west wind. If a man desires just to have enough, the turbulent sea does not worry him, nor the fierce shock of Arcturus as he sets or the Kid as it rises, nor vineyards beaten down by hail, nor a farm, which puts the blame for poor results now on rains, now on heatwaves parching the fields and now on unseasonable winter weather. Fish feel the sea contract around them as new buildings are thrown up high and down into the depths: throngs of contractors with their slaves and the arrogant owner of the land may keep pouring rubble down, but fear and threats can climb wherever he does: for all its brass fittings, black care has not left his fine ship, and when he goes on horseback, she sits behind him. And so, if neither Phrygian stone, nor wearing purple brighter than a star, nor the Falernian vine nor choice Persian herbs can relieve his pain, why should I rear up a lofty atrium in the newest fashion, with fancy portals that will only cause envy? When they cause so much trouble, why exchange riches for my Sabine valley?

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More Poems by Horace

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