The Satires of Horace and Persius

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by Horace


  a Colchian or an Assyrian, a native of Thebes or Argos.

  Writers, follow tradition, or at least avoid anomalies

  120 when you’re inventing. If you portray the dishonoured Achilles,

  see that he’s tireless, quick to anger, implacable, fierce;

  have him repudiate laws, and decide all issues by fighting.

  Make Medea wild and intractable, Ino tearful,

  Ixion treacherous, Io a roamer, Orestes gloomy.

  If you are staging something untried and taking the risk

  of forming a new character, let it remain to the end

  as it was when introduced, and keep it true to itself.

  It’s hard to express general things in specific ways.

  You’d be well advised to spin your plays from the song of Troy

  130 rather than introduce what no one has said or thought of.

  If you want to acquire some private ground in the public domain,

  don’t continue to circle the broad and common track,

  or try to render word for word like a loyal translator;

  don’t follow your model into a pen from which

  diffidence or the laws of the genre prevent escape;

  and don’t begin in the style of the ancient cyclic poet:

  ‘Of Priam’s fate I sing and a war that’s famed in story.’

  What can emerge in keeping with such a cavernous promise?

  The mountains will labour and bring to birth a comical mouse.

  140 How much better the one who makes no foolish effort:

  ‘Tell, O Muse, of the man who after Troy had fallen

  saw the cities of many people and their ways of life.’

  His aim is not to have smoke after a flash, but light

  emerging from smoke, and thus revealing his splendid marvels:

  the cannibal king Antíphates, the Cyclops, Scylla, Charybdis.

  He doesn’t start Diomeédes’ return from when Meleager

  died, nor the Trojan war from the egg containing Helen.

  He always presses on to the outcome and hurries the reader

  into the middle of things as though they were quite familiar.

  150 He ignores whatever he thinks cannot be burnished bright;

  he invents at will, he mingles fact and fiction, but always

  so that the middle squares with the start, and the end with the middle.

  Consider now what I, and the public too, require,

  if you want people to stay in their seats till the curtain falls

  and then respond with warmth when the soloist calls for applause:

  you must observe the behaviour that goes with every age-group,

  taking account of how dispositions change with the years.

  The child who has learnt to repeat words and to plant his steps

  firmly is keen to play with his friends; he loses his temper

  160 easily, then recovers it, changing from hour to hour.

  The lad who has left his tutor but has not acquired a beard

  enjoys horses and hounds and the grass of the sunny park.

  Easily shaped for the worse, he is rude to would-be advisers,

  reluctant to make any practical plans, free with his money;

  quixotic and passionate, he soon discards what he set his heart on.

  Manhood brings its own mentality, interests change;

  now he looks for wealth and connections, strives for position,

  and is wary of doing anything which may be hard to alter.

  An old man is surrounded by a host of troubles: he amasses

  170 money but leaves it untouched, for he’s too nervous to use it;

  poor devil, his whole approach to life is cold and timid;

  he puts things off, is faint in hope, and shrinks from the future.

  Morose and a grumbler, he is always praising the years gone by

  when he was a boy, scolding and blaming ‘the youth of today’.

  The years bring many blessings as they come to meet us; receding,

  they take many away. To avoid the mistake of assigning

  an old man’s lines to a lad, or a boy’s to a man, you should always

  stick to the traits that naturally go with a given age.

  An action is shown occurring on stage or else is reported.

  180 Things received through the ear stir the emotions more faintly

  than those which are seen by the eye (a reliable witness) and hence

  conveyed direct to the watcher. But don’t present on the stage

  events which ought to take place within. Much of what happens

  should be kept from view and then retailed by vivid description.

  The audience must not see Medea slaying her children,

  or the diabolical Atreus cooking human flesh,

  or Procne sprouting wings or Cadmus becoming a snake.

  I disbelieve such exhibitions and find them abhorrent.

  No play should be longer or shorter than five acts,

  190 if it hopes to stage a revival ‘in response to public demand’.

  Don’t let a god intervene unless the deénouement requires

  such a solution; nor should a fourth character speak.

  The chorus should take the role of an actor, discharging its duty

  with all its energy; and don’t let it sing between the acts

  anything not germane and tightly joined to the plot.

  It ought to side with the good and give them friendly advice,

  control the furious, encourage those who are filled with fear.

  It ought to praise the simple meal which is not protracted,

  healthy justice and laws, and peace with her open gates.

  200 It ought to preserve secrets, and pray and beseech the gods

  that good fortune may leave the proud and return to the wretched.

  The pipe (which was not, as now, ringed with brass and a rival

  of the trumpet, but rather slender and simple with not many openings)

  was once enough to guide and assist the chorus and fill

  with its breath the rows of seats which weren’t too densely packed.

  The crowd was, naturally, easy to count because it was small,

  and the folk brought with them honest hearts, decent and modest.

  When, thanks to their victories, the people widened their country,

  extending the walls around their city and flouting the ban

  210 which used to restrain daytime drinking on public occasions,

  a greater degree of licence appeared in tunes and tempo.

  (What taste was likely from an ignorant crowd on holiday,

  a mixture of country and town, riff-raff and well-to-do?)

  Vulgar finery and movements augmented the ancient art,

  as the piper trailed his robe and minced across the stage.

  The musical range of the sober lyre was also enlarged,

  while a cascading style brought in a novel delivery,

  and the thought, which shrewdly purveyed moral advice and also

  predicted the future, came to resemble the Delphic oracles.

  220 The man who competed in tragic verse for a worthless he-goat

  later presented as well the naked rustic satyrs.

  Rough, though without any loss of dignity, he turned to joking;

  for the crowd which, after observing the rites, was drunk and unruly,

  had to be kept in their seats by something new and attractive.

  However, to make a success of your clownish cheeky satyrs

  and achieve a proper transition from heavy to light, make sure

  that no god or hero who is brought on to the stage

  shall, after just being seen in regal purple and gold,

  take his language down to the plane of a dingy cottage,

  230 or in trying to keep aloft grasp at cloudy nothings.

  Tragedy thinks it beneath her to spout frivolous verse;


  and so, like a lady obliged to dance on a public holiday,

  she’ll be a little reluctant to join the boisterous satyrs.

  If I ever write a satyr drama, my Pisos, I shan’t

  confine my choice to plain and familiar nouns and verbs;

  nor shall I strive so hard to avoid the tone of tragedy

  that it might as well be the voice of Davus or brazen Pythias,

  who has just obtained a talent by wiping Simo’s eye,

  as of Silenus – guardian and servant of the god in his care.

  240 I’ll aim at a new blend of familiar ingredients; and people

  will think it’s easy – but will waste a lot of sweat and effort

  if they try to copy it. Such is the power of linkage and joinery,

  such the lustre that is given forth by commonplace words.

  Fauns from the forest, in my opinion, ought to be careful

  not to go in for the dandy’s over-emotional verses,

  or to fire off volleys of filthy, disgraceful jokes,

  as if they came from the street corner or the city square.

  Knights – free-born and men of property – take offence

  and don’t greet with approval all that’s enjoyed by the buyer

  250 of roasted nuts and chick-peas, or give it a winner’s garland.

  A long syllable after a short is named Iambus.

  Being a quick foot, he ordered iambic verses

  to be called ‘trímeters’, in spite of the fact that six beats

  occurred in a pure iambic line. At a time in the past,

  so as to reach the ear with a bit more weight and slowness,

  he was kind and obliging enough to adopt the stately spondees

  and share the family inheritance – though never going so far

  in friendship as to relinquish the second or fourth position.

  Iambus rarely appears in Accius’ ‘noble’ trímeters,

  260 and his all too frequent absence from the lines that Ennius trundles

  onto the stage leaves them open to the damaging charge

  of hasty and slapdash work or a disregard of art.

  It isn’t every critic who detects unmusical pieces;

  so Roman poets have enjoyed quite excessive indulgence.

  Shall I therefore break out, and ignore the laws of writing?

  Or assume my faults will be seen by all, and huddle securely

  within the permitted range? Then I’ve avoided blame;

  I haven’t earned any praise. My Roman friends, I urge you:

  get hold of your Greek models, and study them day and night.

  270 To be sure, your forefathers praised the rhythm and wit of Plautus.

  On both counts their admiration was far too generous,

  in fact it was stupid – assuming that you and I know how

  to tell the difference between clumsy and clever jokes,

  and discern correctness of sound with the aid of ear and fingers.

  We are told Thespis discovered the genre of the tragic Muse

  which was never known before; he carried his plays on a wagon

  to be sung and acted by men who had smeared lees on their faces.

  After him came Aeschylus, introducing the mask

  and lordly robe; he laid a stage on lowish supports

  280 and called for a sonorous diction and the wearing of high-soled boots.

  Old Comedy followed, winning a lot of acclaim;

  but its freedom exceeded the proper limit and turned to violence

  which needed a law to control it. The law was obeyed, and the chorus

  fell silent in disgrace, having lost its right of insult.

  Our own native poets have left nothing untried.

  They have often been at their best when they have had the courage

  to leave the paths of the Greeks and celebrate home affairs

  with plays in Roman dress, whether serious or comic.

  Latium now would be just as strong in her tongue as she is

  290 in her valour and glorious arms if the patient work of the file

  didn’t deter our poets each and every one.

  Children of Numa, condemn the piece which many a day

  and many a rub of the stilus have not smoothed and corrected

  ten times over, to meet the test of the well-pared nail.

  Because Democritus holds talent a greater blessing

  than poor despised technique and debars a poet from Helicon

  unless he’s mad, many no longer cut their nails

  or beard; they make for secluded spots and avoid the baths.

  For a man will surely acquire the name and esteem of a poet

  300 if he never allows the scissors of Lícinus near his head –

  a head which three Antícyras couldn’t cure. And me?

  Like a fool I banish madness by taking springtime sedatives.

  No one could put together better poems; but really

  it isn’t worth it. And so I’ll play the part of a grindstone

  which sharpens steel but itself has no part in the cutting.

  Without writing, I’ll teach the poet his office and function,

  where he can find his resources, what nurtures and shapes him,

  what is correct, what not; what is right and wrong.

  Moral sense is the fountain and source of proper writing.

  310 The pages of Socrates’ school will indicate your material;

  once that is provided, words will readily follow.

  First be clear on what is due to your country and friends;

  what is involved in loving a parent, brother, or guest;

  what is the conduct required of a judge or member of senate;

  what are the duties imposed on a general sent to the front.

  Then you will give the proper features to every character.

  The trained playwright, I say, should turn to life and behaviour

  for dramatic models – and as a source of living speech.

  A play with attractive moral comments and credible characters,

  320 but wholly lacking in charm and poetic force and finish,

  sometimes pleases the public and holds its interest better

  than lines devoid of content – mere melodious wind.

  The Muse bestowed on the Greeks talent and also the favour

  of eloquent speech; they craved for nothing but admiration.

  Roman children learn by doing long calculations

  how to divide the as a hundred times. ‘Very well then,

  young Albanus: five twelfths – we subtract one of them,

  what’s the remainder? Come on, hurry up!’

  ‘A third, sir.’

  ‘Splendid!

  You’ll look after your money! Now add a twelfth to make it – ’

  330 ‘A half.’ But when this craze for coppers, this verdigris,

  has formed on our hearts, how can we hope to fashion poems

  fit to be oiled with cedar and stored in polished cypress?

  The aim of a poet is either to benefit or to please

  or to say what is both enjoyable and of service.

  When you are giving advice, be brief, to allow the learner

  quickly to seize the point and then retain it firmly.

  If the mind is full, every superfluous word is spilt.

  Make sure that fictions designed to amuse are close to reality.

  A play should not expect us to take whatever it offers –

  340 like ‘child devoured by ogress is brought alive from her belly’.

  The senior bloc refuses plays which haven’t a message;

  the haughty young bloods curl their nostrils at anything dry;

  everyone votes for the man who mixes wholesome and sweet,

  giving his reader an equal blend of help and delight.

  That book earns the Sosii money; it crosses the ocean,

  winning fame for the author and ensuring a lo
ng survival.

  There are, of course, certain mistakes which should be forgiven.

  A string doesn’t always sound as mind and finger intended

  [when you want a bass it very often emits a treble],

  350 nor does a bow invariably hit whatever it aims at.

  In a poem with many brilliant features I shan’t be offended

  by a few little blots which a careless pen has allowed to fall

  or human nature has failed to prevent. Where do we stand, then?

  If a copying clerk persistently makes the same mistake

  in spite of numerous warnings, he is not excused; if a harpist

  always misses the same note he causes laughter.

  So for me the inveterate bungler becomes a Choerilus,

  whose rare touches of goodness amaze and amuse me; I even

  feel aggrieved when Homer, the pattern of goodness, nods.

  360 Sleep, however, is bound to creep in on a lengthy work.

  A poem is like a picture. One will seem more attractive

  from close at hand, another is better viewed from a distance.

  This one likes the gloom; this longs for the daylight,

  and knows it has nothing to fear from the critic’s searching eye.

  That pleased once; this will please again and again.

  My dear Piso major, although your father’s voice

  and your own good sense are keeping you straight, hear and remember

  this pronouncement: in only a limited number of fields

  is ‘fairly good’ sufficient. An average jurist and lawyer

  370 comes nowhere near the rhetorical power of brilliant Messalla,

  nor does he know as much as Aulus Cascellius; still,

  he has a certain value; that poets should be only average

  is a privilege never conceded by men, gods, or bookshops.

  When, at a smart dinner, the orchestra’s out of tune,

  or the scent is heavy, or poppyseeds come in Sardinian honey,

  we take it amiss; for the meal could have been served without them.

  It’s the same with a poem, whose raison d’être is to please the mind;

  as soon as it misses the top level, it sinks to the bottom.

  A man who is hopeless at field events avoids the equipment,

  380 keeping his ignorant hands off shot, discus and javelin,

  for fear of giving the crowds of spectators a free laugh.

  The fellow who is useless at writing poetry still attempts it.

  Why not? He’s free, and so was his father; his fortune is rated

  at the sum required of a knight; and his heart’s in the right place!

  You will compose and complete nothing against the grain

 

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