Compescit unda, scilicet omnibus, Sive inopes erimus coloni. Frustra cruento Marte carebimus Visendus ater flumine languido Linquenda tellus et domus et placens Ulla brevem dominum sequetur. Absumet heres Caecuba dignior XV. AGAINST LUXURY. 1. Outline of the Poem: a) Our princely estates with their fish-ponds bid fair to banish farming from the land; plane-trees, myrtle, and violets threaten to supplant the vine and olive, 1-10 ; b) Far different was it in the days of old; then private wealth was small, and simple were men's abodes; but rich was the state and splendid were the public buildings, 10-20 (cf. Cic. pro Murena 36. 76, odit populus Romanus privatam luxuriam, publicam magnificentiam diligit). 2. Time: Probably 28 B.C. 3. Metre Alcaic. Introd. § 43. This poem stands alone among Horace's odes in that it is not addressed to any individual. XVI. CONTENTMENT WITH OUR LOT THE ONLY TRUE 1. Outline of the Poem : a) Peace and happiness, O Grosphus, are the quest of all, 1–6; b) But these cannot be bought with jewels or with gold; wealth avails not to still the restless tumults of the soul, 7-12; c) Simple tastes and self-restraint must be the means, not eager striving for more, nor yet roving in foreign lands; let our hearts enjoy the present, meet its ills with resignation, and refuse to borrow care for the future, 13-27 ; d) Yet no one can be altogether happy; witness Achilles and Tithonus. Fortune, too, grants to one man what she denies another; to thee she has given lands and kine, horses, and purple; me she has endowed with the glorious gift of song, 27-40. 2. Time: Probably 28 B.C. 3. Metre Sapphic and Adonic. Introd. § 44. Otium divos rogat in patenti Prensus Aegaeo, simul atra nubes Otium bello furiosa Thrace, Otium Medi pharetra decori, Grosphe, non gemmis neque purpura ve- 5 Non enim gazae neque consularis 10 Mentis et curas laqueata circum Vivitur parvo bene, cui paternum Quid brevi fortes iaculamur aevo Scandit aeratas vitiosa navis Ocior cervis et agente nimbos Ocior Euro. Laetus in praesens animus quod ultra est Parte beatum. Abstulit clarum cita mors Achillem, Te greges centum Siculaeque circum Murice tinctae Vestiunt lanae; mihi parva rura et XVII. DESPAIR NOT, MAECENAS! ONE STAR LINKS OUR DESTINIES. 1. Occasion of the Poem: The ode seems to have been called forth by a serious illness which befell Maecenas in the fall of 30 B.C. and threatened to prove fatal. 2. Outline of the Poem: a) Think not that thou shalt die before me, Maecenas! Why should I linger after thee? One and the same day shall see us enter on that final journey, nor shall any power of earth or hell tear me from thee, 1-16; b) Whatever planet guides our destinies, our fates are surely linked together. Thee Jove, me Faunus, saved from destruction, 17-30; c) And so an offering to the gods in commemoration of their favor! 30-32. |