Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:Begetting you, no Tuscan sire begotPenelope the stern.O, though no gift, no “prevalence of prayer,”Nor lovers' paleness deep as violet,Nor husband, smit with a Pierian fair,Move you, have pity yet!O harder e'en than toughest heart of oak,Deafer than uncharm'd snake to suppliant moans!This side, I warn you, will not always brookRain-water and cold stones.