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. 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.
  12. How could you hurt, or poison with perfume,
  13. Those curls that were so easy to the comb?
  14. That to no pains expos'd you, when you set
  15. Their shining tresses for young hearts a net?
  16. That ne'er provok'd you with your maids to war,
  17. For hurting you with your entangled hair?
  18. You ne'er were urg'd to some indecent fray,
  19. Nor in a fury snatch'd the comb away.
  20. The teeth ne'er touch'd you, and her constant care,