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. By your own eyes, those stars that I adore,
  2. That all my bus'ness you would make your own,
  3. And never suffer me to be alone:
  4. But faithless woman nat'rally deceives,
  5. Their frequent oaths are like the falling leaves,
  6. Which when a storm has from the branches tore
  7. Are lost by ev'ry blast, and seen no more:
  8. Yet if you will be true, your vows retrieve,
  9. Be kind, and I can easily forgive ;
  10. Prepare your coach, to me direct your course,
  11. Drive fiercely on, and lash the lazy horse;
  12. And while you ride I will prolong the day,
  13. And try the power of verse to smooth your way.
  14. Sink down ye mountains, sink ye lofty hills,
  15. Ye vallies be obedient to her wheels,
  16. Ye streams be dry, ye hindr'ing woods remove,
  17. 'Tis love that drives, and all must yield to love !
  1. If there's a wretch, who thinks it is a shame,
  2. To serve a lovely and a loving dame:
  3. If such a slave he loads with infamy,
  4. I'm willing he should judge as hard of me;
  5. I'm willing all the world should know my shame
  6. If Venus will abate my raging flame.
  7. Let me a fair and gentle mistress have,
  8. And then proclaim aloud that I'm her slave.
  9. Beauty is apt to swell a maiden's mind,
  10. And thus Corinna is to pride inclin'd:
  11. But as she is above all maiden's fair,
  12. What's pride in them is insolence in her;
  13. Less fair I wish she was, or knew it less;
  14. How learnt she, she is lovely by her face!
  15. Her mirror tells her so, she often tries
  16. Her mirror, and believes her charming eyes.
  17. The looks she then puts on, are still her best,
  18. And she ne'er uses it but when she's dress'd.
  19. Though wide the empire of your beauties spread,
  20. Beauty to draw my am'rous glances made:
  21. Compare your servant's merit with your eyes,
  22. You'll find no cause his service to dispise.
  23. Don't think I press upon your pride too hard.
  24. For little things may be with great compar'd:
  25. We're told Calypso, an immortal pow'r,
  26. Detain'd a mortal in th' Ogygian pow'r,
  27. And when her pray'r to stay he would not grant,
  28. So strong her love, she kept him by constraint.
  29. A Nereid took the Pythian to her arms.
  30. And Numa knew divine Egeria's charms.
  31. Vulcan though lame, and of a form obscene,
  32. Was oft made happy by the Paphian queen;
  33. She matter'd not his limping, but approv'd
  34. His flame, and saw no faults in him she lov'd
  35. My verses are unequal like his feet,
  36. Yet the long kindly with the shorter meet.
  37. As they with them, why shouldst thou not with me
  38. Comply, my life and my divinity !
  39. Myself, when I am in thy arms, I'll own
  40. Thy subject, and the bed shall be thy throne;
  41. Thou there, my lovely queen, shall give me laws,
  42. Nor in my absence, to rejoice have cause,
  43. Nor ever shall my services be blam'd
  44. Nor shalt thou of thy servant be asham'd.
  45. My poetry's my purse, my fortun's there,
  46. I have no other way to win the fair;
  47. Nor is that way the worst; the brightest dames
  48. Would in my verse immortalize their names.
  49. My muse the place of an estate supplies,
  50. And none that know her worth, her wealth despise.
  51. Some tempted by Corinna's spreading fame,
  52. In envy rob her, and usurp her name;
  53. What would they give, d'ye think, to be the same ?
  54. But neither could Eurotas, nor the Po,
  55. With poplar shaded, in one channel flew;
  56. By diff'rent, and by distant banks they glide,
  57. Are rivers both, but various in their tide.
  58. There are more beauties, but there's none like thine,
  59. There are more versed, but thou hast only mine;
  60. No other charms can e'er inspire my muse,
  61. And other themes I with disdain refuse.
  1. While, Macer, you Achilles' choler sing,
  2. And Greece before the walls of Ilium bring;
  3. While feats of arms in Phrygian fields you tell,
  4. And how old Tory by Grecion vengeance fell;
  5. I my soft hours in softer songs employ,
  6. And all my leisure give to love and joy.
  7. When to high acts, my voice I strive to raise,
  8. Love laughs at my attempt, and mocks my lays;
  9. "Begone!" I often to my mistress cry,
  10. But have not courage, yet, myself to fly.
  11. Whene'er she sees me in this sullen fit,
  12. She fondles me, and, on my knee will sit: