Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Believe me, from no rascal scumYour charmer sprang; so true a flame,Such hate of greed, could never comeFrom vulgar dame.With honest fervour I commendThose lips, those eyes; you need not fearA rival, hurrying on to endHis fortieth year.