Odes

Horace

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

None might the casual sod disdain

To roof his home; a town alone,

At public charge, a sacred fane

Were honour'd with the pomp of stone.

For ease, in wide Aegean caught,

The sailor prays, when clouds are hiding

The moon, nor shines of starlight aught

For seaman's guiding:

For ease the Mede, with quiver gay:

For ease rude Thrace, in battle cruel:

Can purple buy it, Grosphus? Nay,

Nor gold, nor jewel.