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.
- What, ne'er to be forbid thy house and wife
- Damn him who loves to lead so ill a life.
- Now I can neither sigh, nor whine, nor pray;
- All those occasions thou hast ta'en away.
- Why art thou so incorrigibly civil ?
- Do somewhat I may wish thee at the devil
- For shame, be no accomplice in my treason;
- A pimping husband is too much in reason.
- Once more wear horns, before I quite forsake her
- In hopes whereof, I rest thy cuckold-maker.
- Unhurt by steel, arose an ancient wood,
- A mansion fit for some retiring god;
- With craggy stones a secret grot was hung,
- And in the midst a sacred fountain sprung;
- The courting birds repeating songs of love,
- With soft complainings sweetly fill'd the grove:
- Here wand'ring thoughtful, and intent to choose
- Some theme unsung, to please the busy muse;
- Fair elegy came on with gentle pace,
- Unforc'd her air and easy was her grace.