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. Who freely, where she loves, her favours does bestow.
  2. Jove, when he rob'd Amphitryon of his joy,
  3. Did two whole nights in am'rous thefts employ;
  4. Unknown when in Alcmena's arms he lay,
  5. The night he doubles and suspends the day."
  6. The morning heard my railing, and for shame
  7. Blush'd that by force she must disturb my flame;
  8. Bright Phoebus rushing forth, the glorious day
  9. Drove the dear shades, that hid our joys, away.
  1. I us'd to warn you, not with so much care,
  2. And waste of ointment, to adorn your hair:
  3. That warning now is useless, you have none,
  4. And with your hair that trouble too is gone.
  5. Where are the silken tresses, which adown
  6. Your shoulders hung? A web was never spun
  7. So fine, but, ah! those flowing curls are gone.
  8. Ah fatal art! ah fatal care, and pains!
  9. That robb'd me of the dearest of my chains.
  10. Nor of a black, nor of a golden hue
  11. They were, but of a dye between the two.