Compare and Contrast Horace and Juvenal, using their poems and satires included here Horace, poems and satires, ca. 30 – 15 BCE Ode I-XI “Carpe Diem” The most famous of Horace's odes uses agricultural metaphors to urge us to embrace the pleasures available in everyday life instead of relying on remote aspirations for the future—hence his immortal motto “Carpe Diem”, or “pluck the day”: Pry not in forbidden lore, Ask no more, Leuconoe, How many years – to you? – to me? The gods will send us Before they end us; Nor, questing, fix your hopes On Babylonian horoscopes. Learn to accept whatever is to be: Whether Jove grant us many winters, Or make of this the last, which splinters Now on opposing cliffs the Tuscan sea. Be wise; decant your wine; condense Large aims to fit life’s cramped circumference. We talk, time flies – you’ve said it! Make hay today, Tomorrow rates no credit. “Civil War”Why do you rush, oh wicked folk, To a fresh war? Again the cries, the sword, the smoke What for? Has not sufficient precious blood Been fiercely shed? Must ye spill more until ye flood The dead? Not even armed in rivalry Your hate’s employed; But ‘gainst yourselves until ye be Destroyed! Even when beast slay beast, they kill Some other kind. Can it be madness makes ye still So blind? Make answer! Is your conscience numb? Each ashy face Admits with silent lips, the dumb Disgrace. Murder of brothers! Of all crime, Vilest and worst! Pause – les ye be, through all of time, Accursed.“To Be Quite Frank” Your conduct, naughty Chloris, is Not just exactly Horace's Ideal of a lady At the shady Time of life; You mustn't throw your soul away On foolishness, like Pholoe-- Her days are folly-laden-- She's a maiden, You're a wife. Your daughter, with propriety, May look for male society, Do one thing and another In which mother Shouldn't mix; But revels Bacchanalian Are--or should be--quite alien To you a married person, Something worse'n Forty-six! Yes, Chloris, you cut up too much, You love the dance and cup too much, Your years are quickly flitting-- To your knitting, Right about! Forget the incidental things That keep you from parental things-- The World, the Flesh, the Devil, On the level, Cut 'em out! Juvenal, satires and poems – samples, ca. 110-127 CE Juvenal’s Third Satire 4 Against the City of Rome 9 (sample reading) Sons of men freeborn give right of way to a rich man’s Slave; a crack, once or twice, at Calvina or Catiena Costs an officer’s pay, but if you like the face of some floozy You hardly have money enough to make her climb down from her high chair. Put on the stand, at Rome, a man with a record unblemished, No more a perjurer than Numa was, or Metellus, What will they question? His wealth, right away, and possibly, later, (Only possibly, though) touch on his reputation. ‘How many slaves does he feed? ‘What’s the extent of his acres? How big are his .