Odes 1.38

Horace rests from his labours

by Horace

This little Ode in Sapphic metre is the last in Book 1, and it and the first poem bookend this first collection of Odes with references to two garlands. In the first, after compliments to his patron Maecenas, Horace said he hoped to win a poet’s crown; in this one he is enjoying a drink in the shade in unpretentious style, after drawing his first volume successfully to a close. In this poem, the garland is myrtle; in the first it was ivy. There is a lot of argument between commentators about how much underlying significance those species might have had here. One thing that is clear, though, is that Horace has chosen myrtle for its simplicity, a point that he goes out of his way to stress. No wonder that he needs a rest: the preceding poem has been a tremendous tour de force, his magnificent Cleopatra Ode, celebrating Augustus’s victory over her and Mark Antony at the Battle of Actium, so his drink is well-earned. The scorn that Horace shows for eastern luxury may be an oblique reference to that great victory of the West over the East, and there are echoes of two of Horace’s recurring themes: the virtues of a simple life, and the wisdom of enjoying whatever modest pleasures are to hand.

Horace’s “boy” would have been a slave. I have described the sort of chaplet that Horace rejects as “fancy” in the translation because (Professor Roland Mayer tells us), if it was woven on lime-bast, the inner part of the bark, it would have been an elaborate commercial product using premium materials.

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Persicos odi, puer, apparatus,
displicent nexae philyra coronae,
mitte sectari, rosa quo locorum
sera moretur.

simplici myrto nihil adlabores
sedulus curo: neque te ministrum
dedecet myrtus neque me sub arta
vite bibentem.

I’ve no time for Persian high fashions, boy; I don’t like fancy chaplets woven on lime-bast, and you can stop trying to find where a late rose might be lingering. You needn’t go to the bother of providing anything more than simple myrtle. Myrtle is good enough for you to serve in, and no less for me to drink in under the densely-tangled vine.

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More Poems by Horace

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