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.
- If I can guess, thy heart is not of flint,
- Nor is there the least vein of iron in't;
- I something in thy looks and manners see
- Above the rudeness of thy low degree;
- A softer turn, to pity more inclined,
- Than vulgar souls, a more complacent mind;
- Thou feel'st, if I can guess, an equal flame,
- And thine and my distemper is the same.
- If how I do, she asks, do thou reply,
- For the dear night, and night's dear joys, I die.
- Tell her the letter will the rest explain,
- And does my soul, and all its hopes contain.
- But time, while I am speaking, flies: be sure