Odes

Horace

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

One only, true to Hymen's flame,

Was traitress to her sire forsworn:

That splendid falsehood lights her name

Through times unborn.

“Wake!” to her youthful spouse she cried,

“Wake! or you yet may sleep too well:

Fly—from the father of your bride,

Her sisters fell:

They, as she-lions bullocks rend,

Tear each her victim: I, less hard

Than these, will slay you not, poor friend,

Nor hold in ward:

Me let my sire in fetters lay

For mercy to my husband shown:

Me let him ship far hence away,

To climes unknown.