Odes Horace Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor A servant now, our ancient foe,The Spaniard, wears at last our chain;The Scythian half unbends his bowAnd quits the plain.Then fret not lest the state should ail;A private man such thoughts may spare;Enjoy the present hour's regale,And banish care.