De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- These ills are found in prospering love and true;
- But in crossed love and helpless there be such
- As through shut eyelids thou canst still take in-
- Uncounted ills; so that 'tis better far
- To watch beforehand, in the way I've shown,
- And guard against enticements. For to shun
- A fall into the hunting-snares of love
- Is not so hard, as to get out again,
- When tangled in the very nets, and burst
- The stoutly-knotted cords of Aphrodite.
- Yet even when there enmeshed with tangled feet,
- Still canst thou scape the danger-lest indeed
- Thou standest in the way of thine own good,
- And overlookest first all blemishes
- Of mind and body of thy much preferred,
- Desirable dame. For so men do,
- Eyeless with passion, and assign to them
- Graces not theirs in fact. And thus we see
- Creatures in many a wise crooked and ugly
- The prosperous sweethearts in a high esteem;
- And lovers gird each other and advise
- To placate Venus, since their friends are smit
- With a base passion- miserable dupes
- Who seldom mark their own worst bane of all.
- The black-skinned girl is "tawny like the honey";
- The filthy and the fetid's "negligee";
- The cat-eyed she's "a little Pallas," she;
- The sinewy and wizened's "a gazelle";
- The pudgy and the pigmy is "piquant,
- One of the Graces sure"; the big and bulky
- O she's "an Admiration, imposante";
- The stuttering and tongue-tied "sweetly lisps";
- The mute girl's "modest"; and the garrulous,
- The spiteful spit-fire, is "a sparkling wit";
- And she who scarcely lives for scrawniness
- Becomes "a slender darling"; "delicate"
- Is she who's nearly dead of coughing-fit;
- The pursy female with protuberant breasts
- She is "like Ceres when the goddess gave
- Young Bacchus suck"; the pug-nosed lady-love
- "A Satyress, a feminine Silenus";
- The blubber-lipped is "all one luscious kiss"-
- A weary while it were to tell the whole.
- But let her face possess what charm ye will,
- Let Venus' glory rise from all her limbs,-
- Forsooth there still are others; and forsooth
- We lived before without her; and forsooth
- She does the same things- and we know she does-
- All, as the ugly creature, and she scents,
- Yes she, her wretched self with vile perfumes;
- Whom even her handmaids flee and giggle at
- Behind her back. But he, the lover, in tears
- Because shut out, covers her threshold o'er
- Often with flowers and garlands, and anoints
- Her haughty door-posts with the marjoram,
- And prints, poor fellow, kisses on the doors-
- Admitted at last, if haply but one whiff
- Got to him on approaching, he would seek
- Decent excuses to go out forthwith;
- And his lament, long pondered, then would fall
- Down at his heels; and there he'd damn himself
- For his fatuity, observing how
- He had assigned to that same lady more-
- Than it is proper to concede to mortals.
- And these our Venuses are 'ware of this.
- Wherefore the more are they at pains to hide
- All the-behind-the-scenes of life from those
- Whom they desire to keep in bonds of love-
- In vain, since ne'ertheless thou canst by thought
- Drag all the matter forth into the light
- And well search out the cause of all these smiles;
- And if of graceful mind she be and kind,
- Do thou, in thy turn, overlook the same,
- And thus allow for poor mortality.