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. How mad to use such tablets must I be?
  2. Curst and ill fated, as their parent tree!
  3. Were these fit things soft sentiments to bear,
  4. And to a lady tell a lover's care?
  5. Lawyers, on you, might horrid jargon write,
  6. With sound the ear, with sense the soul to flight.
  7. Well might your plain the wicked writings bear
  8. Where the rich miser robs the ruin'd heir.
  9. When I first purchas'd you, I feared no less,
  10. Your numbers even made me doubt success:
  11. May you by worms be in old age devour'd,
  12. And by all mortals as by me abhor'd.
  1. Aurora, rising from old Tithon's bed,
  2. Does o'er the eastern skies her roses spread:
  3. Stay, beauteous morn, awhile thy chariot stay,
  4. Awhile with lagging wheels retard the day.
  5. So may young birds, as often as the spring
  6. Renews the year, o'er Memnon's ashes sing.