This poem takes the form of a prayer, first to a wine-jar, then to the virtues of wine in general, poking gentle fun at Horace’s serious philosopher-friend Corvinus along the way. Part of the joke is to invite the wine-jar to “descend”like a god, as Romans often kept wine in attics, rather than cellars. Good humour pervades the poem, in a playful tribute to the Gods, friendship and the good things in life.
See the blog post with a fresco of a banquet from Herculaneum here.
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