Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Though true it be that none with surer seatO'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,Nor any swims so fleetAdown the Tuscan tide,Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,And though he call you hard,Remain obdurate still.The first of March! a man unwed!What can these flowers, this censer mean?Or what these embers, glowing redOn sods of green?