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.
- Well then, since then 'twas hard for you to lie
- All night alone, why at your feast must I ?
- Why must I mourn, when you rejoice to know
- Your daughter safe, and queen of all below?
- 'Tis holy-day, and calls for wine and love;
- Come, let's the height of mirth and humor prove,
- These gifts will please our master pow'rs above.
- So much I've suffer'd, and so long, no more
- I'll bear the wrongs which I have borne before.
- Begone, vile Cupid, I'll no more endure
- Thy slavish labors, and fatigues impure;
- From hence, I'll put an end to all the pains
- Thou'st cost me, and from hence shake off thy chains.
- I hate the liv'ry I with pleasure wore,