LIBER I I MAECENAS atavis edite regibus, .est evitata rotis palmaque nobilis terrarum dominos evehit ad deos; 10 BOOK I ODE I Dedication to Maecenas MAECENAS, sprung from royal stock, my bulwark and my glory dearly cherished, some there are whose one delight it is to gather Olympic dust upon the racing car, and whom the turning-post cleared with glowing wheel and the glorious palm exalt as masters of the earth to the very gods. One man is glad if the mob of fickle Romans strive to raise him to triple honours; another, if he has stored away in his own granary everything swept up from Libyan threshing-floors. The peasant who loves to break the clods of his ancestral acres with the hoe, you could never induce by the terms of an Attalus to become a trembling sailor and to plough the Myrtoan Sea in Cyprian bark. The trader, fearing the southwester as it wrestles with the Icarian waves, praises the quiet of the fields about his native town, yet presently refits his shattered barks, untaught to brook privation. Many a one there is who scorns not bowls of ancient Massic nor to steal a portion of the day's busy hours, nec partem solido demere de die 20 30 stretching his limbs now 'neath the verdant arbutetree, now by the sacred source of some gently murmuring rill. "Many delight in the camp, in the sound of the trumpet mingled with the clarion, and in the wars that mothers hate. Out beneath the cold sky, forgetful of his tender wife, stays the hunter, whether a deer has been sighted by the trusty hounds, or a Marsian boar has broken the finely twisted nets. →Me the ivy, the reward of poets' brows, links with the gods above; me the cool grove and the lightly tripping bands of the nymphs and satyrs withdraw from the vulgar throng, if only Euterpe withhold not the flute, nor Polyhymnia refuse to tune the Lesbian lyre. But if you rank me among lyric bards, I shall touch the stars with my exalted head. |