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.
- I wonder'd men could wander in the gloom,
- And kept, for fear of spirits, close at home.
- Love and his mother, when they knew my care,
- Cried, "Fool, thou shalt not long these phantoms fear."
- Nor fear'd I long, for love my heart possess'd;
- Those visions vanish'd, and my terrors ceas'd:
- Nor ghosts nor scourers did I dread, but stroll'd
- The streets a-nights, and grew in peril bold.
- Thee only do I fear, and trembling stand
- To wait the motions of thy tardy hand:
- With soft request thy succour I implore,
- Nor sue to Jove nor dread the Thund'rer more.
- See how the gate is moistened with my tears!
- What marks of my impatient love it bears!
- Remember, when thou for the lash wert stripp'd
- Who sav'd thee, at whose suit thou wert not whipp'd.
- Did not I sooth thy angry lady's mind,
- And make thy peace? Be thou to me as kind.
- Think what soft things to move her soul I said,
- And let them in a lover's favour plead.