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.
- Nor by your lodging send my boy to scout,
- And bring me word who passes in and out.
- Enjoy the pleasure of the present times,
- But let not me be knowing of your crimes.
- Do you forswear't, tho' in the act you're caught,
- I'll trust the oath, and think my eyes in fault.
- To Virgil Mantua owes immortal fame,
- Catullus to Verona gives a name;
- Why mayn't, if I attempt some great design,
- Peligne be as much oblig'd to mine ?
- Why mayn't my muse a glorious toil pursue,
- And as much honour to my country do ?
- A people, who, when Rome has been alarm'd
- By foreign foes, in her defence have arm'd;
- Beneath your golden banners I have fought
- So long, your discipline so much have taught,
- 'Tis time to give me a discharge, to prove
- Some other, some more glorious theme than love
- See Bacchus beckons me my voice to raise,
- Of lofty deeds to sings, in lofty lays;