Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Shall crush us twain; no idle oathHas Horace sworn; whene'er you go,We both will travel, travel bothThe last dark journey down below.No, not Chimaera's fiery breath,Nor Gyas, could he rise again,Shall part us; Justice, strong as death,So wills it; so the Fates ordain.Whether 'twas Libra saw me bornOr angry Scorpio, lord malignOf natal hour, or Capricorn,The tyrant of the western brine,