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