Odes

Horace

Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882.

Truth is mine, and Genius mine;

The rich man comes, and knocks at my low door:

Favour'd thus, I ne'er repine,

Nor weary out indulgent Heaven for more:

In my Sabine homestead blest,

Why should I further tax a generous friend?

Suns are hurrying suns a-west,

And newborn moons make speed to meet their end.