Odes 3.16

The lust for money versus the simple life

by Horace

This poem turns on the statement in the middle that “the more a man denies himself gain, the more he will get from the gods.” The first half is devoted to examples of wealth and the desire for it bringing trouble: the second asserts that the benefits of a (comparatively, in Horace’s case) frugal life outweigh those of riches and the greed and worry they inspire. If that much seems clear, some of the messages are surprising. The good but frugal life that Horace claims to live is spent on the Sabine farm that was famously given to him by his patron Maecenas, to whom the poem is addressed, and who could be excused for feeling that the generosity of his gift is being understated. Commentators suggest that there is an implied compliment to Maecenas, who was known for his modesty in remaining a Knight rather than taking Senatorial rank: if so, it seems pretty oblique. The solution to the puzzle must lie somewhere in the detail of the personal relationship between the two men, which was certainly close and affectionate.

Danäe was possessed by Jupiter in the form of a shower of gold and became the mother of Perseus: Horace humorously uses a word that can mean a sex-worker’s price to describe Jupiter in his golden transformation. The attempts of various academic commentators to work out the practical details of the transaction seem unnecessary and naïve. Amphiaraus’s wife was bribed with a necklace to persuade him to join the legendary campaign of the Seven against Thebes, in which he was killed. The “man from Macedon” was the father of Alexander the Great. “Laestrygonian jars” is an indication that the wine was from Formiae, a good appellation. Alyattes was a Lydian King and father of the legendarily wealthy Croesus. Mygdon was a Homeric hero with a kingdom somewhere in north-eastern Greece or western Asia Minor.

Metre: Asclepiad.

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Inclusam Danaen turris aenea
robustaeque fores et vigilum canum
tristes excubiae munierant satis
nocturnis ab adulteris,

si non Acrisium virginis abditae
custodem pavidum Iuppiter et Venus
risissent: fore enim tutum iter et patens
converso in pretium deo.

aurum per medios ire satellites
et perrumpere amat saxa potentius
ictu fulmineo: concidit auguris
Argivi domus ob lucrum

demersa exitio; diffidit urbium
portas vir Macedo et subruit aemulos
reges muneribus; munera navium
saevos inlaqueant duces.

crescentem sequitur cura pecuniam
maiorumque fames. iure perhorrui
late conspicuum tollere verticem,
Maecenas, equitum decus.

quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
ab dis plura feret nil cupientium
nudus castra peto et transfuga divitum
partis linquere gestio,

contemptae dominus splendidior rei,
quam si quidquid arat inpiger Apulus
occultare meis dicerer horreis,
magnas inter opes inops.

purae rivos aquae silvaque iugerum
paucorum et segetis certa fides meae
fulgentem imperio fertilis Africae
fallit sorte beatior.

quamquam nec Calabrae mella ferunt apes
nec Laestrygonia Bacchus in amphora
languescit mihi nec pinguia Gallicis
crescunt vellera pascuis:

inportuna tamen pauperies abest
nec, si plura velim, tu dare deneges.
contracto melius parva cupidine
vectigalia porrigam

quam si Mygdoniis regnum Alyattei
campis continuem. multa petentibus
desunt multa: bene est cui deus obtulit
parca quod satis est manu.

A turret of brass and strong oak doors and the grim vigils of guard-dogs would have kept Danae safe enough in her prison from dalliances in the night, had Jupiter and Venus not laughed at Acrisius, the hidden virgin’s frightened jailer, because the way to her was going to be wide open and easy when the God had turned himself into the price of her favours. Gold has a way of passing through bodyguards and breaking through stone more powerfully than a lightning-strike. It was for money that the house of the Argive seer [Amphiaraus] collapsed into ruin; [King Phillip], the man from Macedon, subverted competing kings with bribes; bribes snare the savage captains of [pirate] ships. Worry, and the hunger for more, follows money as it grows: I have been right to shrink in horror from raising my head and making myself conspicuous far and wide, Maecenas, glory of the Knights. The more a man denies himself gain, the more he will get from the gods. Naked, I turn deserter and make for the camp of those who covet nothing, eager to leave the party of the rich, and prouder as the master of an estate that some hold in contempt than if reputed to be poor in the midst of wealth, and to have more hidden away in my granary than the busy Apulian gets by his ploughing. What the man who basks in the splendour of his estates in fertile Africa fails to see is that my stream of pure water, my few acres of woodland and my faith in my trusty cornfield make my lot happier than his. Though no Calabrian bees bring me honey, no wine is mellowing for me in Laestrygonian jars, and no sheep are growing fat fleeces for me in the pastures of Gaul, yet there is no nagging poverty here, nor, if I wanted more, would you refuse to give it. By moderating my desires, I shall make my small revenues go further than if I joined the kingdom of Alyattes to the fields of Mygdon. Those who seek much, lack much; the man is happy to whom, with a sparing hand, the god has given what is enough.

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More Poems by Horace

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

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