Odes 1.13

Jealousy

by Horace

As in Ode 1.5, the speaker has loved and lost. The lover in the earlier poem had moved on: in this one, he is still burning in the fires of jealousy. Horace could hardly have written the piece without knowing how jealousy feels, but the Greek names are as always a clue that he is probably writing more from a literary than a personal viewpoint. There was a legendary warrior called Telephus who was wounded by Achilles’s spear, then later cured by rust from it. By using the name here, Horace may be giving us a witty clue that we are dealing with someone whose passion doesn’t last. We have already met a Lydia in Ode 1.8, distracting another likely young man from athletics and military training.

What the translation calls the “last secret” (“quinta pars”, or “fifth part”) of Venus’s  nectar is probably a spiritual element in which Pythagoreans believed in  addition to the four physical ones that made up the world: fire, air, earth and water. The speaker’s “heart” is actually his liver, which was regarded as the seat of the emotions.

The language at the end of the poem is so compressed and the word-order so intricate that, like many of Horace’s most memorable passages, it is impossible to translate literally into coherent English.

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Cum tu, Lydia, Telephi
cervicem roseam, cerea Telephi
laudas bracchia, vae, meum
fervens difficili bile tumet iecur.
tum nec mens mihi nec color
certa sede manet, umor et in genas
furtim labitur arguens,
quam lentis penitus macerer ignibus.
uror, seu tibi candidos
turparunt umeros inmodicae mero
rixae sive puer furens
inpressit memorem dente labris notam.
non, si me satis audias,
speres perpetuum dulcia barbare
laedentem oscula, quae Venus
quinta parte sui nectaris imbuit.
felices ter et amplius
quos inrupta tenet copula nec malis
divolsus querimoniis
suprema citius solvet amor die.

Oh, Lydia, when you sing the praises of Telephus and his rosy neck, Telephus and the waxen white of his arms, my burning heart swells uncontrollably with bile. Then I can’t keep my mind steady, I turn pale and a stealthy tear creeping down my cheek tells that I am  tortured right to my core by slow fires. I burn if drunken quarrels have disfigured your white shoulders, or if in his frenzy the boy has given you a mark on your lips with his teeth to remember him by.  If you will only listen to me, you will not want to keep for good someone who so crudely mars your lovely lips, which Venus has infused with the last secret  of her nectar. Triply blessed and more are those united by an unshakeable bond; whose love is not torn apart by quarrels and their destructive power, and will not see them parted before their dying day.

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More Poems by Horace

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