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.
- Oh heav'ns ! what fine, what curious legs I see!
- Sure, who Diana in a forest drew,
- Copied in this the graceful'st parts from you;
- Such Atalant discovering as she ran,
- What rapt'rous wishes seiz'd Menalion
- I burn'd and rag'd before—what then are these,
- But flames on flames, and waters to the seas?
- By these a thousand other charms are guess'd,
- Which are so advantageously suppress'd.
- Oh for some air! this scorching heat remove,
- Your fan would do't, but 'tis the heat of love."
- But now the pomp appears, the sacred throng
- Command applauses from the heart and tongue;
- First victory with expanded wings does move,
- Be near, O Goddess ! to assist my love;
- To Mars let warriors acclamations raise,
- The merchants' tongues resound with Neptune's praise;
- Whilst I, whom neither seas nor arms invite,
- In love alone, the fruit of peace, delight;
- To their Apollo let the prophets pray,