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.
- Well may they weep for their unhappy end.
- Forbid it, heaven, that what I say may prove
- Presaging to the fair I blame and love;
- Thus let me ne'er, ye pow'rs, her death deplore,
- 'Twas her first fault, and she'll offend no more;
- No pardon she'll deserve a second time,
- But, without mercy, punish then her crime.
- Go, happy ring, who art about to bind
- The fair one's finger; may the fair be kind.
- Small is the present, tho' the love be great;
- May she swift slip thee on thy taper seat.
- As she and I, may thou with her agree,
- And not too large, nor yet too little be.
- To touch her hand thou wilt the pleasure have;
- I now must envy what myself I gave.
- O! would a Proteus or a Circe change
- Me to thy form, that I like thee might range !
- Then would I wish thee with her breasts to play,
- And her left hand beneath her robes to stray.
- Tho' straight she thought me, I will then appear