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

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