Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. You rescue from your heir whate'er you giveThe self you love.When life is o'er, and Minos has rehearsedThe grand last doom,Not birth, nor eloquence, nor worth, shall burstTorquatus' tomb.Not Dian's self can chaste HippolytusTo life recall,Nor Theseus free his loved PirithousFrom Lethe's thrall.Ah Censorinus! to my comrades trueRich cups, rare bronzes, gladly would I send: