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).

See the illustrated blog post here.

To listen, press play:

To scroll the original and English translation of the poem at the same time - tap inside one box to select it and then scroll.

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.”

`

More Poems by Horace

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

Privacy Overview

This website uses cookies so that we can provide you with the best user experience possible. Cookie information is stored in your browser and performs functions such as recognising you when you return to our website and helping our team to understand which sections of the website you find most interesting and useful.