Odes 1.7

The consolations of wine

by Horace

Plancus, this ode’s dedicatee, was a political and military heavyweight whose achievements included founding the city of Lyons, a consulship and proposing the title of Augustus for Octavian. He was a supporter of Mark Antony who defected to Octavian shortly before the Battle of Actium.

Commentators have puzzled over the purpose of the poem, but a simple explanation is available. Horace prefers Tibur to the famous spots of the Greek world; Plancus is also associated with Tibur and (by implication) might wish to spend his time there, but he is a man with public responsibilities which are likely to take him away. Horace (again by implication) likens him to Teucer, a flattering comparison as Teucer was a hero who bravely bore circumstances which kept him, too, unwillingly away from his home. In the meantime, wine offers a solution, albeit a temporary one.

Teucer’s father, Telamon, exiled him from his home, Salamis, when he returned from the Trojan war without avenging his brother, Ajax, who killed himself after failing to be awarded the arms of the dead Achilles. The poplar that Teucer wears as a garland was sacred to Hercules.

The metre alternates dactylic hexameters (the six-measure metre of epic) with dactylic tetrameters (a shorter variant with four measures).

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Laudabunt alii claram Rhodon aut Mytilenen
aut Epheson bimarisve Corinthi
moenia vel Baccho Thebas vel Apolline Delphos
insignis aut Thessala Tempe;
sunt quibus unum opus est intactae Palladis urbem
carmine perpetuo celebrare et
undique decerptam fronti praeponere olivam;
plurimus in Iunonis honorem
aptum dicet equis Argos ditisque Mycenas:
me nec tam patiens Lacedaemon
nec tam Larisae percussit campus opimae
quam domus Albuneae resonantis
et praeceps Anio ac Tiburni lucus et uda
mobilibus pomaria rivis.
albus ut obscuro deterget nubila caelo
saepe Notus neque parturit imbris
perpetuos, sic tu sapiens finire memento
tristitiam vitaeque labores
molli, Plance, mero, seu te fulgentia signis
castra tenent seu densa tenebit
Tiburis umbra tui. Teucer Salamina patremque
cum fugeret, tamen uda Lyaeo
tempora populea fertur vinxisse corona
sic tristis adfatus amicos:
“quo nos cumque feret melior fortuna parente,
ibimus—o socii comitesque,
nil desperandum Teucro duce et auspice Teucro:
certus enim promisit Apollo
ambiguam tellure nova Salamina futuram.
o fortes peioraque passi
mecum saepe viri, nunc vino pellite curas;
cras ingens iterabimus aequor.”

Others will praise famous Rhodes or Mytilene or Ephesus, or the walls of Corinth on her two seas, Thebes or Delphos famous for Bacchus and Apollo, or Thessaly’s Tempe; there are some whose only occupation is to celebrate the city of virgin Pallas with perpetual song and place olive, gathered from all around, on their brow; some in the greatest numbers will tell in Juno’s honour of Argos, so fit for horses, and wealthy Mycenae: but on me, neither hardy Sparta nor the farmland of Larisa, fertile as she is, makes such an impression on me as the grotto of Albunea’s echoing [oracle], the river Anio plunging down, the groves of Tibur and her orchards watered by the branchings of the river. As the south wind may often blow clear and drive clouds away from a lowering sky, and does not always give birth to rains, so you, if you are wise, Plancus, remember to put an end to sadness and the trials of life with the gentleness of wine, whether it is the camp,  gleaming with its standards, that holds you, or the deep shade of your native Tibur. Even when he was leaving Salamis and his father for exile, they say that Teucer bound his temples, fuddled with wine, with a crown of poplar, and said to his unhappy friends: “Wherever fortune, kinder than a father, may take us, we shall go – friends and comrades, there is no call for despair when Teucer is your leader and Teucer your protector: Apollo was clear when he promised that there would be a second Salamis in a new land. Men, you are hardy, and have often gone through worse with me: for now drive away your cares with wine – we will brave the mighty sea again tomorrow.”

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More Poems by Horace

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