Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Why weep for him whom sweet Favonian airsWill waft next spring, Asteria, back to you,Rich with Bithynia's wares,A lover fond and true,Your Gyges? He, detain'd by stormy stressAt Oricum, about the Goat-star's rise,Cold, wakeful, comfortless,The long night weeping lies.Meantime his lovesick hostess' messengerTalks of the flames that waste poor Chloe's heart(Flames lit for you, not her!)With a besieger's art;