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.
- 'Tis holy-day, and calls for wine and love;
- Come, let's the height of mirth and humor prove,
- These gifts will please our master pow'rs above.
- So much I've suffer'd, and so long, no more
- I'll bear the wrongs which I have borne before.
- Begone, vile Cupid, I'll no more endure
- Thy slavish labors, and fatigues impure;
- From hence, I'll put an end to all the pains
- Thou'st cost me, and from hence shake off thy chains.
- I hate the liv'ry I with pleasure wore,
- And blush at bonds, which once with pride I bore:
- But this, methinks, should have been done before.
- To leave my wicked courses I begin,
- As years deprive me of the gust of sin.
- On Cupid's neck I should have trod when young,
- And vanquish'd him when my desires were strong.
- In that there had been virtue; now there's none,
- The world will say so; let the world say on.
- Much opposition I shall meet; perhaps,
- The lewd will laugh, and threaten a relapse.