Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. More happy he whose modest boardHis father's well-worn silver brightens;No fear, nor lust for sordid hoard,His light sleep frightens.Why bend our bows of little span?Why change our homes for regions underAnother sun? What exiled manFrom self can sunder?