Born in the Consulship of Cotta and Torquatus (65BC) the poet we now know as Horace lived through the greatest era of Roman History. In the year he was born Pompey Magnus was at the very height of his power. He was fighting Tigranes in Armenia and Mithridates the Great. Julius Caesar was Consul in Horace’s second year of life, and Cicero was consul in his third year.
He lived through the two Civil wars that defined the boundary between Republican Rome and Imperial Rome. Too young to participate in the Civil War of Julius Caesar. He found himself on the wrong side in the Octavian civil war at the Battle of Philippi (42BC) where he was on the losing side with Brutus and Cassius.
Luckily Horace was favoured by Maecenas, Octavians right hand man and an avid patron of the arts. Horace became an Imperial court poet under Augustus. He was in the inner circle during the creation of the Roman Empire. He saw the young Octavian rise to become Princeps and then Augustus.
So, as it is your birthday, Happy Birthday Horace. Seize the day!
Ode I-XI “Carpe Diem”; by Quintus Horatius Flaccus
Ask not Leuconoë for we never know
what fate the gods grant, your fate or mine.
Waste no time on futile Babylonian astrological reckonings.
Better by far to suffer what comes
whether Jupiter grants us more winters or if this, our last
is stripped away like those cliffs by the Tyrrhenian sea.
Be wise, mix the wine, life is short, temper your long term ambitions.
Time is envious of this moment, even as we speak: Seize the day, trust not to tomorrow.