Amores

Ovid

Ovid. Ovid's Art of Love (in three Books), the Remedy of Love, the Art of Beauty, the Court of Love, the History of Love, and Amours. Dryden, John, et al., translator. New York: Calvin Blanchard, 1855.

  1. Ah, Nape, let her only bid me come;
  2. The page is large, which for that word has room.
  3. Her letter, like a conqu'ror's, shall be bound
  4. With bays, for it with conquests shall be crown'd.
  1. Ah, pity me, my friends! the cruel fair
  2. Will neither read my just complaint, nor hear.
  3. The billet-doux I sent her she return'd,
  4. And e'en to ope the tender letter scorn'd
  5. Ill was the omen, for the slave I sent
  6. Trip'd at the sill as out of doors he went.
  7. If e'er you on an errand go for me,
  8. More careful, sirrah! how you stumble, be;
  9. Step soberly, and warily along;
  10. The end's ne'er right if the beginning's wrong.
  11. Sinee thus in vain her pity I implore,
  12. I'll ne'er to tablets trust my passion more;
  13. Nor with my wax for death my warrant seal;
  14. Worse than her scorn, what torture can I feel?