A/S HUMA 2105: Roman Literature and Culture

Fall/Winter 2008-9

             

             

Pax Romana: The Beginning of Augustus’ Reign                                                    March 23/09

Horace, Ode 3.6

Though innocent, Roman, you will pay for the sins

Of your fathers until you restore

The crumbling temples and shrines of the gods

And their smoke-blackened images.

 

 

You rule because you hold yourself inferior to the gods.

Make this the beginning and the end of all things.

Neglect of the gods has brought many ills

To the sorrowing land of Hesperia.

 

 

Our city, caught up in internal strife

Has been almost destroyed

By the Ethiopian with his formidable fleet,

And the Dacian prevailing with his flights of arrows.

 

 

Our generation is prolific in evil

First it has corrupted marriage, family, and home

And from that sources disaster has flowed

Over our whole land and its people...

Not from such parents sprang the men

Who stained the sea with Punic blood

And cut down Pyrrhus, mighty Antiochus

And the deadly Hannibal.

 

 

These were the manly sons of farmer soldiers

And their skill was to turn the sod

With Sabine mattocks and carry the wood

They had cut under the command

 

 

Of a strict mother as the sun moved round

The mountain shadows, loosing the weary oxen

From the yoke when its chariot

Brought on the hour they longed for.

 

 

What has injurious time not diminished?

Our parents were not the men their fathers were,

And they bore children worse themselves,

Whose children will be baser still.