Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Nor cruel Lapithae, nor, mad with wine,Centaurs, nor, by Herculean arm o'ercome,The earth-born youth, whose terrors dimm'd the shineOf the resplendent domeOf ancient Saturn. You, Maecenas, bestIn pictured prose of Caesar's warrior featsWill tell, and captive kings with haughty crestLed through the Roman streets.