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. 'Tis more than usual sleep that made 'em so?
  2. Why are the kisses which he gave, betray'd
  3. By the impression which his teeth had made ?
  4. Yet say you're chaste, and I'll be still deceived;
  5. What much is wish'd for, is with ease believ'd.
  6. But when you own what a lewd wretch thou art,
  7. My blood grows cold and freezes at my heart,
  8. Then do I curse thee, and thy crimes reprove,
  9. But curse in vain, for still I find I love;
  10. "Since she is false," oft to myself I cry,
  11. "Would I were dead,"-yet 'tis with thee I'd die
  12. I will not see your maid, to let me know
  13. Who visits you, where, and with whom you go;
  14. Nor by your lodging send my boy to scout,
  15. And bring me word who passes in and out.
  16. Enjoy the pleasure of the present times,
  17. But let not me be knowing of your crimes.
  18. Do you forswear't, tho' in the act you're caught,
  19. I'll trust the oath, and think my eyes in fault.