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. And her left hand beneath her robes to stray.
  2. Tho' straight she thought me, I will then appear
  3. Loose and unfix'd, and slip I know not where.
  4. Whene'er she writes some secret lines of love,
  5. Lest the dry gum and wax should sticking prove,
  6. He first she moistens : then sly care I take,
  7. And but, when lines I like, impression make.
  8. Of in her pocket fain she would me hide,
  9. Close will I press her finger, and not slide;
  10. Then cry, "My life, I ne'er shall thee disgrace,
  11. And I am light; give me my proper place.
  12. Still let me stick when in the bath you are;
  13. If I catch damage,'tis not worth your care.
  14. Yea, when the ring thy naked body spies,
  15. It will transform, and I a man arise."
  16. Why do I rave? thou little trifle, go,
  17. And that I die for her let the dear creature know.
  1. I'm now at—where my eyes can view,
  2. Their old delights, but what I want in you: