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