Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. And orchards saturate with shifting streams!Look how the clear fresh south from heaven removesThe tempest, nor with rain perpetual teems!You too be wise, my Plancus: life's worst cloudWill melt in air, by mellow wine allay'd,Dwell you in camps, with glittering banners proud,Or 'neath your Tibur's canopy of shade.When Teucer fled before his father's frown