Death of an Emperor

Augustus of Primo Porta” by Joel Bellviure. downloaded from Wikimedia Commons on 1/19/25. CC BY-SA 4.0 International

“Have I played my part well in this comedy of life? Then applaud as I exit.”

This quote is supposedly the last words of Augustus, first emperor of Rome and subject of the included photo. Born Gaius Julius Caesar Octavian, he later changed his name as he changed the political system of Rome, furthering the work that his adopted father, Julius Caesar, had already started. His last words were purportedly recorded by ancient historian Suetonius, although how he accurately got them is a mystery considering Augustus died in 14 CE, and Suetonius was not born until 69 CE. They also vary depending on translation.

On the Nature of Things Book III: The Soul is Mortalby Lucretius downloaded from LibriVox on 1/19/25. Licensed under Public Domain.

I chose this photo because recently I’ve become extremely interested in ancient Rome, beginning with me reading Mary Beard’s book, Emperor of Rome. The most fascinating part of reading about Rome is that despite them living thousands of years ago, in some ways it feels as though their struggles mirror ours today.

The audio I am including is a snippet of a poem “On the Nature of Things” by Roman poet and philosopher Titus Lucretius Carus, better known as Lucretius. This snippet is from Book III – Part 3 “The Soul is Mortal”, translated by William Ellery Leonard and recorded for LibriVox by Daniel Vimont.

A poem from a Roman debating the fate of the human soul after life in juxtaposition with an Emperor who was deified and worshipped after death drives home for me the paradoxical nature of both Imperial Rome and human nature itself. In this statue of Augustus the artist included a small baby Cupid riding a dolphin, which was a direct reference to his claim that he was descended from the same line as Julius Caesar, who claimed his ancestry extended to the goddess Venus. Despite all of this godly lineage, in the end, Augustus perished the same as any other human. One can only wonder if he thought his soul would be borne to the realm of the Gods on his deathbed, or if he believed that his exit truly meant the end of all of his mind and soul, as Lucretius would suggest.

Lucretius would have died before the Roman Republic became the Roman Empire, but as with many words of ancient Romans, his poems and musings have lived a thousand lives after him. Augustus is the single Roman emperor with the most surviving portraits in various forms, and yet none of these marble busts contain the essence of his soul, or who he was as a person. All we have are artifacts that merely offer a glimpse through a distorted looking glass, as it were.

Together, this image and this poem speak to me of the ephemeral nature of being human. People have been fighting for power and wondering about what it means to be alive and have a soul for as long as we have been humans. No matter who we are, no matter if we have all the wealth in the world, for emperor and plebian alike, death is our final act. What comes next is anyone’s guess.

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