Odes

Horace

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

A servant now, our ancient foe,

The Spaniard, wears at last our chain;

The Scythian half unbends his bow

And 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.