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. Go, happy ring, who art about to bind
  2. The fair one's finger; may the fair be kind.
  3. Small is the present, tho' the love be great;
  4. May she swift slip thee on thy taper seat.
  5. As she and I, may thou with her agree,
  6. And not too large, nor yet too little be.
  7. To touch her hand thou wilt the pleasure have;
  8. I now must envy what myself I gave.
  9. O! would a Proteus or a Circe change
  10. Me to thy form, that I like thee might range !
  11. Then would I wish thee with her breasts to play,
  12. And her left hand beneath her robes to stray.
  13. Tho' straight she thought me, I will then appear
  14. Loose and unfix'd, and slip I know not where.
  15. Whene'er she writes some secret lines of love,
  16. Lest the dry gum and wax should sticking prove,
  17. He first she moistens : then sly care I take,
  18. And but, when lines I like, impression make.
  19. Of in her pocket fain she would me hide,
  20. Close will I press her finger, and not slide;
  21. Then cry, "My life, I ne'er shall thee disgrace,
  22. And I am light; give me my proper place.
  23. Still let me stick when in the bath you are;
  24. If I catch damage,'tis not worth your care.
  25. Yea, when the ring thy naked body spies,
  26. It will transform, and I a man arise."
  27. Why do I rave? thou little trifle, go,
  28. And that I die for her let the dear creature know.
  1. I'm now at—where my eyes can view,
  2. Their old delights, but what I want in you:
  3. Here purling streams cut thro' my pleasing bowr's,
  4. Adorn my banks, and raise my drooping flow'rs;
  5. Here trees with bending fruit in order stand,
  6. Invite my eye, and tempt my greedy hand;
  7. But half the pleasure of enjoyment's gone;
  8. Since I must pluck them single and alone;
  9. Why could not nature's kindness first contrive,
  10. That faithful lovers should like spirits live,
  11. Mix'd in one point and yet divided lie,
  12. Enjoying an united liberty?
  13. But since we must thro' distant regions go,
  14. Why was not the same way design'd for two?
  15. One single care determined still for both,
  16. And the kind virgin join'd the loving youth?
  17. Then should I think it pleasant way to go
  18. Oe'r Alpine frost, and trace the hills of snow;
  19. Then should I dare to view the horrid moors,
  20. And walk the deserts of the Libyan shores;
  21. Hear Scylla bark, and see Charybdis rave,
  22. Suck in and vomit out the threat'ning wave;