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.
- A fruitless strife, in spite of me I'll love.
- The bull does not affect the yoke, but still
- He bears the thing he hates against his will
- I hate, I fly the faithless fair in vain,
- Her beauty ever brings me back again;
- She always in my heart will have a place,
- I hate her humour, but I love her face;
- No rest I to my tortur'd soul can give,
- Nor with her nor without her can I live.
- Oh ! that thy mind we in thy face did view,
- Less lovely that thou wert, or else more true.
- How diffrent are thy manners and thy sight!
- Thy deeds forbid us and thy eyes invite.
- Thy actions shock us, and thy beauty moves,
- And he who hates thy faults, thy person loves.
- Happy, ah ! ever happy should I be,
- If I no charms or no defects could see.
- Thee I conjure by all our past delights,
- Our cheerful days and our transporting nights,
- By all the imprecated gods above,