Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Now, returning, he bestowsOn each dear comrade all the love he can;But to Lamia most he owes,By whose sweet side he grew from boy to man.Note we in our calendarThis festal day with whitest mark from Crete:Let it flow, the old wine-jar,And ply to Salian time your restless feet.Damalis tosses off her wine,But Bassus sure must prove her match tonight.Give us roses all to twine,And parsley green, and lilies deathly white.