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. Each limb, each grace, each feature to explain
  2. One beauty did through her whole body shine;
  3. I saw, admir'd, and press'd it close to mine
  4. The rest who knows not? Thus entranc'd we lay,
  5. Till in each other's arms we died away;
  6. 0 give me such a noon, ye gods, to ev'ry day!
  1. Slave, if thou worthy of thy chains wouldst be,
  2. A grateful office do to love and me.
  3. Unbar the wicket, and a friend admit;
  4. The trouble is not much, nor favour great.
  5. I ask thee not to spread the foldings wide;
  6. Keep it at jar,-I'll softly by thee slide.
  7. I to love's labours have so long been us'd,
  8. My shapes are to a lath's lank size reduc'd.
  9. The smallest crevice will my bus'ness do,
  10. It cannot be so straight but I'll slip through.
  11. Love guides me when by night I walk the street,
  12. And when I grope my way directs my feet.
  13. By night I was a youth afraid to walk,
  14. Frighted by children and old nurses' talk;