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

  • Out on niggard-handed boys!
  • Rain showers of roses; let old Lycus hear,
  • Envious churl, our senseless noise,
  • And she, our neighbour, his ill-sorted fere.
  • You with your bright clustering hair,
  • Your beauty, Telephus, like evening's sky,
  • Rhoda loves, as young, as fair;
  • I for my Glycera slowly, slowly die.