Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Whether 'twas Libra saw me bornOr angry Scorpio, lord malignOf natal hour, or Capricorn,The tyrant of the western brine,Our planets sure with concord strangeAre blended. You by Jove's blest powerWere snatch'd from out the baleful rangeOf Saturn, and the evil hour