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