Horace

thumb|right|He wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure, by delighting and instructing the reader at the same time. thumb|right|What odds does it make to the man who lives within Nature's bounds, whether he ploughs a hundred acres or a thousand? Quintus Horatius Flaccus (8 December 65 BC – 27 November 8 BC), known in the English-speaking world as Horace, was the leading lyric poet in Latin. Quotes thumb|right|Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work. thumb|right|Never despair... thumb|right|Tommorrow we'll be back on the vast ocean Cras ingens iterabimus aequor Tomorrow we will be back on the vast ocean. The Routledge Dictionary of Latin Quotations: The Illiterati's Guide to Latin Maxims, Mottoes, Proverbs and Sayings Satires (c. 35 BC and 30 BC) Quamquam ridentem dicere verum quid vetat? ut pueris olim dant crustula blandi doctores, elementa velint ut discere prima. What is to prevent one from telling truth as he laughs, even as teachers sometimes give cookies to children to coax them into learning their A B C? Book I, satire i, line 24 (translation by H. Fairclough) What odds does it make to the man who lives within Nature's bounds, whether he ploughs a hundred acres or a thousand? Book I, satire i, line 48 Bona pars hominum est decepta cupidine falso 'nil satis est', inquit, 'quia tanti quantum habeas sis. People are enticed by a desire which continually cheats them.‘Nothing is enough,’ they say, ‘for you’re only worth what you have.’ Book I, satire i, lines 61-62, as translated by N. Rudd Saepe stilum vertas, iterum quae digna legi sint scripturus. Often must you turn your pencil to erase, if you hope to write something worth a second reading. Book I, satire i, lines 72-3, (transl. Rushton Fairclough, 1926) Let’s put a limit to the scramble for money. ... Having got what you wanted, you ought to begin to bring that struggle to an end. Book I, satire i, lines 92-94, as translated by N. Rudd Inde fit ut raro, qui se vixisse beatumdicat et exacto contentus tempore vitacedat uti conviva satur, reperire queamus. We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest. Book I, satire i, line 117 Non satis est puris versum perscribere verbis. 'Tis not sufficient to combineWell-chosen words in a well-ordered line. Book I, satire iv, line 54 (translated by John Conington) Atqui si vitiis mediocribus ac mea paucismendosa est natura, alioqui recta, velut siegregio inspersos reprehendas corpore naevos,si neque avaritiam neque sordes nec mala lustraobiciet vere quisquam mihi, purus et insons,ut me collaudem, si et vivo carus amicis...at hoc nunclaus illi debetur et a me gratia maior.nil me paeniteat sanum patris huius, eoquenon, ut magna dolo factum negat esse suo pars,quod non ingenuos habeat clarosque parentis,sic me defendam. If my character is flawed by a few minor faults, but is otherwise decent and moral, if you can point out only a few scattered blemishes on an otherwise immaculate surface, if no one can accuse me of greed, or of prurience, or of profligacy, if I live a virtuous life, free of defilement (pardon, for a moment, my self-praise), and if I am to my friends a good friend, my father deserves all the credit... As it is now, he deserves from me unstinting gratitude and praise. I could never be ashamed of such a father, nor do I feel any need, as many people do, to apologize for being a freedman's son. Book I, satire vi, lines 65–92 Nil sine magnovita labore dedit mortalibus. Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work. / Life has given nothing to mortals without great labor. Book I, satire ix, line 59 in pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello In peace, as a wise man, he should make suitable preparation for war. Book II, satire ii, line 111 Adclinis falsis animus meliora recusat. The mind enamored with deceptive things, declines things better. Book II, satire ii, line 6 Quocirca vivite fortes, fortiaque adversis opponite pectora rebus So live, my boys, as brave men; and if fortune is adverse, front its blows with brave hearts. Book II, Satire II, Line 135-136 (trans. E. C. Wickham) Ille sinistrorsum, hic dextrorsum abit : unus utriqueError, sed variis illudit partibus. This to the right, that to the left hand strays,And all are wrong, but wrong in different ways. Book II, satire iii, line 50 (trans. Conington) Heu, Fortuna, quis est crudelior in nosTe deus? Ut semper gaudes illudere rebus Humanis! O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,Why make such game of this poor life of ours? Book II, satire viii, line 61 (trans. Conington) Sed convivatoris uti ducis ingenium resAdversae nudare solent, celare secundae. A host is like a general: calamities often reveal his genius. Book II, satire viii, lines 73–74 Dum licet, in rebus jucundis vive beatus;Vive memor quam sis aevi brevis. Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may;With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day. Book II, satire viii, line 96 (trans. Conington) Odes (c. 23 BC and 13 BC) thumb|right|I have made a monument more lasting than bronze. Bellaque matribus detestata And wars detested by mothers Book I, ode I, translation of C. Smart Variant translations/paraphrases:"Wars are the dread of mothers""War, detested by mothers" Nequiquam deus absciditPrudens Oceano dissociabiliTerras, si tamen impiaeNon tangenda rates transiliunt vada. In vain did Nature's wife commandDivide the waters from the land,If daring ships and men profane,Invade th' inviolable main. Book I, ode iii, line 21 (trans. by John Dryden) Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat inchoare longam. Life's short span forbids us to enter on far reaching hopes. Book I, ode iv, line 15 Nil desperandum... Never despair... Book I, ode vii, line 27 Nunc vino pellite curas. Now drown care in wine. Book I, ode vii, line 32 Permitte divis cetera. Leave all else to the gods. Book I, ode ix, line 9 Dum loquimur, fugerit invidaAetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in the morrow. Book I, ode xi, line 7 John Conington's translation: In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebbed away,Seize the present, trust tomorrow e'en as little as you may. O matre pulchra filia pulchrior O fairer daughter of a fair mother! Book I, ode xvi, line 1 Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero pulsanda tellus. Now is the time for drinking, now the time to dance footloose upon the earth. Book I, ode xxxvii, line 1 Aequam memento rebus in arduisservare mentem. In adversity, remember to keep an even mind. Book II, ode iii, line 1 Auream quisquis mediocritatem diligit, tutus caret obsoleti sordibus tecti, caret invidenda sobrius aula. Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace. Book II, ode x, line 5 Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume,labuntur anni nec pietas moramrugis et instanti senectaeadferet indomitaeque morti. Ah, Postumus! they fleet away,Our years, nor piety one hourCan win from wrinkles and decay,And Death's indomitable power. Book II, ode xiv, line 1 (trans. John Conington) Virginibus puerisque canto. I sing for maidens and boys. Book III, ode i, line 4 Aequa lege NecessitasSortitur insignes et imos;Omne capax movet urna nomen. Death takes the mean man with the proud;The fatal urn has room for all. Book III, ode i, line 14 (trans. John Conington) Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. It is sweet and honorable to die for one's country. Book III, ode ii, line 13 Iustum et tenacem propositi virumnon civium ardor prava iubentium,non vultus instantis tyrannimente quatit solida. The man who is tenacious of purpose in a rightful cause is not shaken from his firm resolve by the frenzy of his fellow citizens clamoring for what is wrong, or by the tyrant's threatening countenance. Book III, ode iii, line 1 Si fractus illabatur orbis, impavidum ferient ruinae. If the world should break and fall on him, it would strike him fearless. Book III, ode iii, line 7 Vis consili expers mole ruit sua. Force without wisdom falls of its own weight. Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spell Amphion raised the Theban stones,Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,Thy "diverse tones," Nor vocal once nor pleasant, now To rich man's board and temple dear: Put forth thy power, till Lyde bow Her stubborn ear. Mercui, Nam Te Book III, ode xi Crescentem sequitur cura pecuniam,Maiorumque fames. As money grows, care follows it and the hunger for more. Book III, ode xvi, line 17 Magnas inter opes inops. A pauper in the midst of wealth. Book III, ode xvi, line 28. Conington's translation: "'Mid vast possessions poor." Quod adest mementocomponere aequus. Enjoy the present smiling hour,And put it out of Fortune's power. Book III, ode xxix, line 32 (as translated by John Dryden) Ille potens suilaetusque deget, cui licet in diemdixisse "vixi: cras vel atranube polum pater occupatovel sole puro." He will through life be master of himself and a happy man who from day to day can have said, "I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine." Book III, ode xxix, line 41 John Dryden's paraphrase:Happy the man, and happy he alone,He, who can call to day his own:He who, secure within, can say,To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Exegi monumentum aere perennius I have made a monument more lasting than bronze. Book III, ode xxx, line 1 Pulvis et umbra sumus. We are but dust and shadow. Book IV, ode vii, line 16 Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona. Brave men were living before Agamemnon. Book IV, ode ix, line 25 Epistles (c. 20 BC and 14 BC) 250px|thumb|right|I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter. 250px|thumb|right|To flee vice is the beginning of virtue, and to have got rid of folly is the beginning of wisdom. 250px|thumb|right|He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise; begin! Quid verum atque decens curo et rogo, et omnis in hoc sum. My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied. Book I, epistle i, line 11 Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri,quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes. I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter. Book I, epistle i, line 14 Virtus est vitium fugere et sapientia primastultitia caruisse. To flee vice is the beginning of virtue, and to have got rid of folly is the beginning of wisdom. Book I, epistle i, line 41 Nos numerus sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but numbers, born to consume resources. Book I, epistle ii, line 27 Nam curquae laedunt oculum festinas demere; si quidest animum, differs curandi tempus in annum? For why do you hasten to remove things that hurt your eyes, but if anything gnaws your mind, defer the time of curing it from year to year? Book I, epistle ii, lines 37–39; translation by C. Smart Dimidium facti qui coepit habet; sapere aude;incipe! He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise; begin! Book I, epistle ii, lines 40–41 Qui recte vivendi prorogat horam,Rusticus exspectat dum defluat amnis. He who postpones the hour of living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses. Book I, epistle ii, lines 41–42 Semper avarus eget. The covetous man is ever in want. Book I, epistle ii, line 56 Ira furor brevis est: animum rege: qui nisi paretimperat. Anger is a momentary madness so control your passion or it will control you. Book I, epistle ii, line 62 Inter spem curamque, timores inter et iras,Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum:Grata superveniet quae non sperabitur hora. Let hopes and sorrows, fears and angers be,And think each day that dawns the last you'll see;For so the hour that greets you unforeseenWill bring with it enjoyment twice as keen. Book I, epistle iv, line 12 (translated by John Conington) Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.grata superveniet, quae non sperabitur hora. Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise. Book I, epistle iv, line 13–14 Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises,cum ridere voles Epicuri de grege porcum. As for me, when you want a good laugh, you will find me in fine state... fat and sleek, a true hog of Epicurus' herd. Book I, epistle iv, lines 15–16 Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret. You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back. Book I, epistle x, line 24 Caelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt. Sky, not spirit, do they change, those who cross the sea. Book I, epistle xi, line 27 Pauper enim non est, cui rerum suppetit usus.si ventri bene, si lateri est pedibusque tuis, nildivitiae poterunt regales addere maius. He is not poor who has enough of things to use. If it is well with your belly, chest and feet, the wealth of kings can give you nothing more. Book I, epistle xii, line 4 Quid velit et possit rerum concordia discors What the discordant harmony of circumstances would and could effect. Book I, epistle xii, line 19 Nam neque divitibus contingunt gaudia solis,nec vixit male, qui natus moriensque fefellit. For joys fall not to the rich alone, nor has he lived ill, who from birth to death has passed unknown. Book I, epistle xvii, line 9 Sedit qui timuit ne non succederet. He who feared that he would not succeed sat still. Book I, epistle xvii, line 37 Semel emissum volat irrevocabile verbum. Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled. Book I, epistle xviii, line 71 Qualem commendes, etiam atque etiam aspice, ne mox incutiant aliena tibi peccata pudorem. Look round and round the man you recommend,For yours will be the shame should he offend. Book I, epistle xviii, line 76 (translated by John Conington). Variant translation: Study carefully the character of the one you recommend, lest his misdeeds bring you shame. Nam tua res agitur, paries cum proximus ardet. It is your concern when your neighbor's wall is on fire. Book I, epistle xviii, line 84 Dulcis inexpertis cultura potentis amici; Expertus metuit. To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it. Book I, epistle xviii, line 86 Interdum volgus rectum videt, est ubi peccat. At times the world sees straight, but many times the world goes astray. Book II, epistle i, line 63 Graecia capta ferum victorem cepit et artes intulit agresti Latio. Conquered Greece took captive her savage conqueror and brought her arts into rustic Latium. Book II, epistle i, lines 156–157 Singula de nobis anni praedantur euntes. The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another. Book II, epistle ii, line 55 Natales grate numeras? Do you count your birthdays with gratitude? Book II, epistle ii, line 210 Ars Poetica, or The Epistle to the Pisones (c. 18 BC) thumb|right| The mountains will be in labor, and a ridiculous mouse will be brought forth. Inceptis gravibus plerumque et magna professis purpureus, late qui splendeat, unus et alter adsuitur pannus. Often a purple patch or two is tacked on to a serious work of high promise, to give an effect of colour. Line 14 Brevis esse laboro,obscurus fio. Struggling to be brief I become obscure. Line 25 Non satis est pulchra esse poemata; dulcia suntoEt, quocumque uolent, animum auditoris agunto. Mere grace is not enough: a play should thrillThe hearer's soul, and move it at its will. Line 99 (tr. John Conington) Si vis me flere, dolendum estprimum ipsi tibi. If you wish me to weep, you yourselfMust first feel grief. Line 102 Format enim Natura prius nos intus ad omnemFortunarum habitum, juvat, aut impellit ad iram,Aut ad humum moerore gravi deducit, et angit. For nature forms our spirits to receiveEach bent that outward circumstance can give:She kindles pleasure, bids resentment glow,Or bows the soul to earth in hopeless woe. Line 108 (tr. Conington) Difficile est proprie communia dicere. It is difficult to speak of the universal specifically. Line 128 Nec verbum verbo curabis reddere fidusInterpres. Nor word for word too faithfully translate. Line 133 (tr. John Dryden) Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. The mountains will be in labor, and a ridiculous mouse will be brought forth. Line 139. Horace is hereby poking fun at heroic labours producing meager results; his line is also an allusion to one of Æsop's fables, The Mountain in Labour. Cf. Matthew Paris (AD 1237): Fuderunt partum montes: en ridiculus mus. In medias res. Into the middle things. Line 148 Et quaeDesperat tractata nitescere posse relinquit. And what he fears he cannot make attractive with his touch he abandons. Line 149 (tr. H. R. Fairclough) Scribendi recte sapere est et principium et fons. To have good sense, is the first principle and fountain of writing well. Line 309 Grais ingenium, Grais dedit ore rotundo Musa loqui, præter laudem nullius avaris. . . The Muse gave the Greeks their native character, and allowed them to speak in noble tones, they who desired nothing but praise. Line 323 Quidquid praecipies, esto brevis, ut cito dictapercipiant animi dociles teneantque fideles:omne supervacuum pleno de pectore manat. When you wish to instruct, be brief; that men’s minds may take in quickly what you say, learn its lesson, and retain it faithfully. Every word that is unnecessary only pours over the side of a brimming mind. Lines 335–337; Edward Charles Wickham translation Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci,lectorem delectando pariterque monendo. He wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure, by delighting and instructing the reader at the same time. Line 343 ... Siquid tamen olim scripseris, in Maeci descendat iudicis auris et patris et nostras, nonumque prematur in annum membranis intus positis; delere licebit quod non edideris; nescit uox missa reuerti. But if ever you shall write any thing, let it be submitted to the ears of Metius [Tarpa], who is a judge, and your father’s, and mine; and let it be suppressed till the ninth year, your papers being laid up within your own custody. You will have it in your power to blot out what you have not made public: a word once sent abroad can never return. lines 386-390 Sunt delicta tamen quibus ignovisse velimus. Some faults may claim forgiveness. Line 347 (tr. Conington) Indignor quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus;I am displeased when sometimes even the worthy Homer nods;''' Whence the familiar expression, Even Homer nods (i.e. No one is perfect: even the wisest make mistakes). Line 359 Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae. Mediocrity in poets has never been tolerated by either men, or gods, or booksellers. Lines 372–373 Nec satis apparet, cur versus factitet. None knows the reason why this curseWas sent on him, this love of making verse. Line 470 (tr. Conington) Classical and Foreign Quotations Quotes reported in Classical and Foreign Quotations (1904) Abnormis sapiens crassaque Minerva. Of strong good sense, untutored in the schools. Ep. 2, 2, 3. i.e., Full of mother-wit. Ab ovo Usque ad mala. From the eggs to the apples. S. 1, 3, 6. From beginning to end: “eggs and apples” being respectively the first and last courses at a Roman dinner. The phrase applies to any topic, or speaker, that monopolises the whole of the conversation. Absentem qui rodit amicum,Qui non defendit alio culpante, solutosQui captat risus hominum, famamque dicacis;Fingere qui non visa potest, commissa tacereQui nequit, hic niger est, hunc tu, Romane, caveto. The man that will malign an absent friend,Or when his friend’s attacked, does not defend;Who seeks to raise a laugh, be thought a wit;Declares “he saw,” when he invented it;Who blabs a secret—He is black, beware of him, Roman” A Blackguard. Adsit Regula, peccatis quæ pœnas irroget æquasNe scutica dignum horribili sectere flagello. Be just: and mete to crime its condign pain;Nor use the murd’rous lash where suits the cane. S. 1, 3, 117. Misattributed Ars longa, vita brevis. Art is long, life is short. Seneca's (De Brevitate Vitae, 1.1) Latin translation of the Greek by Hippocrates. Quotes about Horace Note that Horace wrote four different kinds of poems on account of the four ages, the Odes for boys, the Ars Poetica for young men, the Satires for mature men, the Epistles for old and complete men. A 12th-century scribe, quoted in Karsten Friis-Jensen, 'The reception of Horace in the Middle Ages', in Stephen Harrison (ed.), The Cambridge Companion to Horace (2007), p. 291 When I was a boy I knew the Odes of Horace backwards and forwards, and when I came to manhood year by year those odes came knocking at the door of my heart at the most unexpected times and places. Stanley Baldwin, speech to the City of London School (13 June 1924), quoted in Stanley Baldwin, On England, And other Addresses (1926), p. 120 What harmony can there be between Christ and the devil? What has Horace to do with the Psalter? Jerome, Epistles 22.29, quoted in Karsten Friis-Jensen, 'The reception of Horace in the Middle Ages', in Stephen Harrison (ed.), The Cambridge Companion to Horace (2007), p. 292 The influences which formed his moral and poetical character, are the prevalent modes of feeling and thought among the people, who had achieved the conquest of the world, and, weary of their own furious contentions, now began to slumber in the proud consciousness of universal empire. In him as in an individual example appears the change which took place in the fortunes, position, sentiments, occupations, estimation, character, mode of living, when the Roman, from the citizen of a free and turbulent republic, became the subject of a peaceful monarchy. Henry Hart Milman, Life of Quintus Horatius Flaccus (1854), pp. 2-3 The mingling intellectual elements blend together, even in more singular union, in the mind of the Poet. Grecian education and tastes have not polished off the old Roman independence; the imitator of Greek forms of verse writes the purest vernacular Latin; the Epicurean philosophy has not subdued his masculine shrewdness and good sense to dreaming indolence. In the Roman part of his character he blends some reminiscences of the sturdy virtue of the Sabine or Apulian mountaineers, with the refined manners of the city. Henry Hart Milman, Life of Quintus Horatius Flaccus (1854), pp. 3-4 As compared with the highest lyric poetry, the Odes of Horace are greatly deficient; but as occasional pieces inspired by friendship, by moral sentiment, or as graceful and finished love-verses, they are perfect; their ease, spirit, perspicuity, elegance, and harmony compensate, as far as may be, for the want of the nobler characteristics of daring conception, vehemence, sublimity, and passion. Henry Hart Milman, Life of Quintus Horatius Flaccus (1854), pp. 65-66 His mind was by no means speculative. His was the plain, practical philosophy of common sense... the wisdom of Horace—it may be said without disparagement, for it was the only real attainable wisdom—was that of the world. Henry Hart Milman, Life of Quintus Horatius Flaccus (1854), p. 80 Horace is addressing men accustomed to deal with men—men formed in the vigorous school of public life; and though now reposing perhaps from those more solid and important cares, maintaining that practical energy of character by which they had forced their way to eminence. That sterner practical genius of the Roman people survived the free institutions of Rome; the Romans seemed, as it were, in their idlest moods, to condescend to amusement, not to consider it, like the Greek, one of the common necessities, the ordinary occupations of life. Horace, therefore, has been, and ever will be, the familiar companion, the delight, not of the mere elegant scholar alone, or the imaginative reader, but, we had almost written, the manual of the statesman and the study of the moral philosopher. Of Rome, or of the Roman mind, no one can know anything who is not profoundly versed in Horace; and whoever really understands Horace will have a more perfect and accurate knowledge of the Roman manners and Roman mind than the most diligent and laborious investigator of the Roman antiquities. Henry Hart Milman, Life of Quintus Horatius Flaccus (1854), p. 86 Horace is not satisfied with some superficial vividness; that would betray his sense; he sees further and more clearly into his subject: to describe itself his mind goes fishing and ferreting through the whole treasure-house of words and figures of speech; as his concepts surpass the ordinary, it is not ordinary words that he needs. Michel de Montaigne, 'On some lines of Virgil', The Complete Essays, translated by M. A. Screech (1991; 2003), p. 987 Of the lyric poets, Horace is almost the only one worth reading; he can be lofty sometimes, and yet he is also full of charm and grace, versatile in his Figures, and felicitously daring in his choice of words. Quintilian, The Orator's Education. Books 9–10, edited and translated by Donald A. Russell (2001), p. 305 His chief claim to literary originality is not that on which he himself rested his hopes of immortality,—that of being the first to adapt certain lyrical metres to the Latin tongue,—but rather that of being the first of those whose works have reached us who establishes a personal relation with his reader, speaks to him as a familiar friend, gives him good advice, tells him the story of his life, and shares with him his private tastes and pleasures,—and all this without any loss of self-respect, any want of modesty or breach of good manners, and in a style so lively and natural that each new generation of readers might fancy that he was addressing them personally and speaking to them on subjects of everyday modern interest. William Young Sellar, 'Horace', The Encyclopædia Britannica: A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, and General Literature, Ninth Edition, Volume XII (1881), p. 162 The best Genius and most Gentleman-like of Roman Poets. Lord Shaftesbury, 'Soliloquy: or Advice to an Author', Characteristicks of Men, Manners, Opinions, Times. Volume I (1711), p. 328 We have seen that it is still a debated question whether Horace was a poet. Whatever the answer to that question may be, and whether it be considered a question which requires to be asked or not, it cannot be denied that he possesses in perfection the mechanical requisites for the gay art, an exquisite ear for rhythm, and curious felicity of expression. And while we must deny to him the genuine ardour which makes the passion of Catullus breathe and burn, we cannot but recognize in him qualities which will secure for him the admiration and love of every lover of literature, as long as there exists in the minds of men a sympathy with an honest, manly, and cultured spirit, a genial friendliness, sound common-sense, and urbane self-respect. Robert Yelverton Tyrrell, 'Horace', The Quarterly Review, No. 347 (January 1892), p. 156 But to the modern world, down to this very great date, Horace is almost an idol. He has forged a link of union between intellects so diverse as those of Dante, Montaigne, Bossuet, Lafontaine, and Voltaire, Hooker, Chesterfield, Gibbon, Wordsworth, and Thackeray. Mystic and atheist, scoffer and preacher, recluse and leader of fashion have in Horace one subject on which they are sympathetic with each other. Gibbon never traveled without a copy of his poems in his pocket; Hooker fled with his Horace to the fields from the reproaches of a railing wife; Thackeray is content if his hero, the future man of the world, has enough Latin on leaving school "to quote Horace respectably through life." Indeed, a certain modicum of Horace is often the remnant of classic lore that the average Englishman and Irishman care to carry with them into the arena of active life. A fancied slight to the memory of Horace is resented in England as a personal insult, and a visit to Italy is nothing unless you have done your duty to the shrine of the poet. Robert Yelverton Tyrrell, Latin Poetry: Lectures Delivered in 1893 on the Percy Turnbull Memorial Foundation in the Johns Hopkins University (1895), p. 164 We owe to Horace a precious store of pointed aphorisms and shrewd comments on life, which, apart from all controversies about his place in poetry, must ever establish a kind of personal relation with his reader, and must have a permanent (perhaps an increasing) value for the world. His odes, moreover, as regards diction and metrification, are a marvelously successful experiment. Whatever may be thought about the meaning which underlies them, their form is perfection itself, and they defy imitation. No attempt to reproduce their effect in Latin or in any other language has met with even a moderate measure of success. Robert Yelverton Tyrrell, Latin Poetry: Lectures Delivered in 1893 on the Percy Turnbull Memorial Foundation in the Johns Hopkins University (1895), pp. 165-166 The gaiety of his spirit and the music of his lyrics will ever fascinate the young; his shrewd common sense will attract the man of the world, whatever be his time of life, his country, or his epoch; and he will always be the most perfect exponent of the actual life and movement of the Augustan age. 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