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. If any looks on me, you think you spy
  2. A private assignation in her eye;
  3. A silent soft discourse in ev'ry grace,
  4. And tongues in all the features of her face.
  5. If I praise any one, you tear your hair,
  6. Show frantic tricks, and rage with wild despair;
  7. If discommend, 0 then 'tis all deceit,
  8. I strive to cloak my passion by the cheat.
  9. If I look well, I then neglect your charms,
  10. Lie dull and lazy in your active arms;
  11. If weak my voice, if pale my looks appear,
  12. 0 then I languish for another fair.
  13. Would I did sin, and you with cause complain,
  14. For when we strive to shun, yet strive in vain,
  15. 'Tis comfort sure to have deserv'd the pain.
  16. But sure fond fancies now such heats engage,
  17. Your cred'lous peevish humour spoils your rage.
  18. In frequent chidings I no force can see,
  19. You frown too often to prevail with me;
  20. The ass grows dull by stripes; the constant blow