Odes

Horace

Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882.

My prayers shall reach the avengers of all wrong;

No expiations shall the curse unbind.

Great though your haste, I would not task you long;

Thrice sprinkle dust, then scud before the wind.

Your heart on Arab wealth is set,

Good Iccius: you would try your steel

On Saba's kings, unconquerd yet,

And make the Mede your fetters feel.