Odes

Horace

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

Cloak me in native worth, and take

Chaste Poverty undower'd for mine.

Though storms around my vessel rave,

I will not fall to craven prayers,

Nor bargain by my vows to save

My Cyprian and Sidonian wares,

Else added to the insatiate main.

Then through the wild Aegean roar

The breezes and the Brethren Twain

Shall waft my little boat ashore.

And now 'tis done: more durable than brass

My monument shall be, and raise its head