Odes 2.16

Relief from care

by Horace

Living simply, and cultivating a dispassionate acceptance of the vagaries of life, advocated here by Horace to his rich friend Grosphus, were precepts both of Stoic and of Epicurean philosophy. Tithonus was a mortal beloved for whom Eos, Goddess of the dawn, obtained immortality but forgot to ask also for eternal youth. There is a pun at the end: the Fate is “truthful” because her name (“Parca”) carries overtones of “sparing”, in the sense of “not lavish”.

Until the conclusion, the main contrast that Horace seems to be making is between wealth and luxury (which can’t give freedom from anxiety), and philosophy and a resignation to the simple life (which come closer to doing so). In the final stanza, however, he ends on a different contrast, between material wealth on the one hand and his poetic talent on the other. This can be seen as picking up Horace’s earlier point that time may grant him something that is denied to the wealthy Grosphus, and the implication is that it is no less valuable and enviable than a rich man’s possessions.

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Otium divos rogat in patenti
prensus Aegaeo, simul atra nubes
condidit lunam neque certa fulgent
sidera nautis,

otium bello furiosa Thrace,
otium Medi pharetra decori,
Grosphe, non gemmis neque purpura ve-
nale nec auro.

non enim gazae neque consularis
summovet lictor miseros tumultus
mentis et curas laqueata circum
tecta volantis.

vivitur parvo bene cui paternum
splendet in mensa tenui salinum
nec levis somnos timor aut cupido
sordidus aufert.

quid brevi fortes iaculamur aevo
multa? quid terras alio calentis
sole mutamus? patriae quis exsul
se quoque fugit?

scandit aeratas vitiosa navis
Cura nec turmas equitum relinquit
ocior cervis et agente nimbos
ocior Euro.

laetus in praesens animus quod ultra est
oderit curare et amara lento
temperet risu: nihil est ab omni
parte beatum.

abstulit clarum cita mors Achillem,
longa Tithonum minuit senectus
et mihi forsan tibi quod negarit
porriget hora.

te greges centum Siculaeque circum
mugiunt vaccae, tibi tollit hinnitum
apta quadrigis equa, te bis Afro
murice tinctae

vestiunt lanae: mihi parva rura et
spiritum Graiae tenuem Camenae
Parca non mendax dedit et malignum
spernere volgus.

Relief is what a man asks the gods for, caught out on the open Aegean, as soon as the black cloud has hidden the moon and the stars cannot be clearly seen by the sailors; raging Thrace asks for relief in wartime, the Parthians with their ornamented quivers ask for relief, Grosphus, which is not for sale for gems, purple or gold. For neither treasures nor the Consul’s lictor can clear away the distress of riots in the mind and the cares that flit even around coffered ceilings. A man lives well on little, if his father’s silver salt dish shines out on his frugal table, and neither fear nor squalid greed takes his easy sleep away. Why be constantly tossed about, when life is short and we are strong? Why change our own countries for ones warmed by another sun? What exile from his homeland escapes himself as well? Ill-boding Care, swifter than stags, and swifter than the east-wind when it drives the clouds, boards brass-beaked warships, and does not leave the horsemen in their troops untouched. A spirit which is happy in the present will disdain to worry over what lies beyond, and temper bitter experience with an easy smile: nothing is good in every respect. Speedy death bore off renowned Achilles and an endless old age shrank Tithonus down, and what time refuses to you, it may grant to me. Around your home a hundred herds and your Sicilian cows are lowing; for you, your mares are whinnying, yoked to four-horse chariots, you are clothed in woollen cloth, doubly dyed in African purple: me, a truthful Fate endowed with a little land, the elegant inspiration of the Grecian Muse and a contempt for the jealousy of the mob.

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More Poems by Horace

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

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