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.

  1. He, born of Cephalus, his ravish'd sire,
  2. Is a known proof of thy adult'rous fire.
  3. Thou, by his colour, wouldst thy crime conceal;
  4. Ah, that to Tithon I the tale could tell!
  5. Search all the records of Heaven's lechers round,
  6. A fouler story cannot there be found.
  7. In Cephalus' embraces when you lay,
  8. And oft by theft renew'd your wanton play;
  9. When Tithon's impotence you made your sport,
  10. Did you not think the joyous moments short?
  11. Lock'd in his arms did you in transports lie,
  12. Ah! would you not, like me, to Phoebus cry,
  13. "Stop, stop thy rapid course? Am I to blame
  14. That Tithon's old, and cannot feel thy flame?
  15. See how the moon does her Endymion keep
  16. In night conceal'd, and drown'd in dewy sleep.
  17. As lovely is the moon, as fair as thou,
  18. Who freely, where she loves, her favours does bestow.
  19. Jove, when he rob'd Amphitryon of his joy,
  20. Did two whole nights in am'rous thefts employ;