Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Free the crops that bless their soil;Their tillage wearies after one year's space;Each in turn fulfils his toil;His period o'er, another takes his place.There the step-dame keeps her handFrom guilty plots, from blood of orphans clean;There no downed wives commandTheir feeble lords, or on adulterers lean.Theirs are dowries not of gold,Their parents' worth, their own pure chastity,True to one, to others cold;They dare not sin, or, if they dare, they die.