Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:But would you taste the grape's Calenian juice,Client of noble youths, to earn your wineSome nard you must produce.A tiny box of nard shall bring to lightThe cask that in Sulpician cellar lies:O, it can give new hopes, so fresh and bright,And gladden gloomy eyes.You take the bait? then come without delayAnd bring your ware: be sure, 'tis not my planTo let you drain my liquor and not pay,As might some wealthy man.