Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. See, my colour comes and goes,My poor heart flutters, Lydia, and the dew,Down my cheek soft stealing, showsWhat lingering torments rack me through and through.Oh, 'tis agony te seeThose snowwhite shoulders scarr'd in drunken fray,Or those ruby lips, where heHas left strange marks, that show how rough his play!