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. New joys, if she's a wit, I hope to find;
  2. And with her body, to possess her mind:
  3. If foolish, I in that can see no harm,
  4. And in her very folly find a charm.
  5. I know a maid so very fond, and dull,
  6. To me she thinks Callimachus a fool.
  7. I soon am pleas'd with one that's pleas'd with me,
  8. Alike we in our taste and wish agree:
  9. But if the fair my verses don't approve,
  10. I bragging tell her, she will like my love;
  11. If with her tongue, or with her heel she's brisk,
  12. Her prattle pleases, and her gamesome frisk;
  13. But if she's heavy, I suppose at night
  14. She'll change, and prove, as I would have her, light,
  15. The fair that sings, enchants me with her voice;
  16. Oh, what a gust it gives a lover's joys!
  17. When her shrill shakes afresh his bosom wound,
  18. And from her lips he kisses off the sound;
  19. When her soft fingers touch the silver strings,
  20. And sweetly to the sounding lute she sings;