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