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.
- How learnt she, she is lovely by her face!
- Her mirror tells her so, she often tries
- Her mirror, and believes her charming eyes.
- The looks she then puts on, are still her best,
- And she ne'er uses it but when she's dress'd.
- Though wide the empire of your beauties spread,
- Beauty to draw my am'rous glances made:
- Compare your servant's merit with your eyes,
- You'll find no cause his service to dispise.
- Don't think I press upon your pride too hard.
- For little things may be with great compar'd:
- We're told Calypso, an immortal pow'r,
- Detain'd a mortal in th' Ogygian pow'r,
- And when her pray'r to stay he would not grant,
- So strong her love, she kept him by constraint.
- A Nereid took the Pythian to her arms.
- And Numa knew divine Egeria's charms.
- Vulcan though lame, and of a form obscene,
- Was oft made happy by the Paphian queen;
- She matter'd not his limping, but approv'd