Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. 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!Never, never look to findA faithful heart in him whose rage can harmSweetest lips, which Venus kindHas tinctured with her quintessential charm.