Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. But I was saved by Mercury,Wrapp'd in thick mist, yet trembling sore,While you to that tempestuous seaWere swept by battle's tide once more.Come, pay to Jove the feast you owe;Lay down those limbs, with warfare spent,Beneath my laurel; nor be slowTo drain my cask; for you 'twas meant.