Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Ah, Postumus! they fleet away,Our years, nor piety one hourCan win from wrinkles and decay,And Death's indomitable power;Not though three hundred bullocks flameEach year, to soothe the tearless kingWho holds huge Geryon's triple frameAnd Tityos in his watery ring,