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. Then cry, "My life, I ne'er shall thee disgrace,
  2. And I am light; give me my proper place.
  3. Still let me stick when in the bath you are;
  4. If I catch damage,'tis not worth your care.
  5. Yea, when the ring thy naked body spies,
  6. It will transform, and I a man arise."
  7. Why do I rave? thou little trifle, go,
  8. 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:
  3. Here purling streams cut thro' my pleasing bowr's,
  4. Adorn my banks, and raise my drooping flow'rs;
  5. Here trees with bending fruit in order stand,
  6. Invite my eye, and tempt my greedy hand;
  7. But half the pleasure of enjoyment's gone;
  8. Since I must pluck them single and alone;
  9. Why could not nature's kindness first contrive,
  10. That faithful lovers should like spirits live,
  11. Mix'd in one point and yet divided lie,
  12. Enjoying an united liberty?