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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding) 30 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) 20 0 Browse Search
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington) 8 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various) 6 0 Browse Search
T. Maccius Plautus, Bacchides, or The Twin Sisters (ed. Henry Thomas Riley) 6 0 Browse Search
Lucretius, De Rerum Natura (ed. William Ellery Leonard) 4 0 Browse Search
Sextus Propertius, Elegies (ed. Vincent Katz) 2 0 Browse Search
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), The Works of Horace (ed. C. Smart, Theodore Alois Buckley) 2 0 Browse Search
T. Maccius Plautus, Stichus, or The Parasite Rebuffed (ed. Henry Thomas Riley) 2 0 Browse Search
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P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy II: By Creech (search)
all shall fear, all bow, yet all rejoice; "Io triumphe" be the public voice. Thy constant guards, soft fancy, hope and fear, Anger, and soft caresses shall be there: By these strong guards are men and gods o'erthrown; These conquer for thee, Love, and these alone, Thy mother, from the sky thy pomp shall grace, And scatter sweetest roses in thy face: There glorious Love shall ride, profusely dress'd With all the richest jewels of the east: Rich gems thy quiver, and thy wheels infold, And hide the poorness of the baser gold. Then thou shalt conquer many, then.thy darts Shall scatter thousand wounds on tender hearts: Thy shafts themselves will fly, thy neighb'ring fire Will catch mens' breasts, and kindle warm desire. Thus conqu'ring Bacchus looks in Indian groves, He drawn by tigers, thou by murm'ring doves. Well then, since I too can increase thy train, Spend not thy force on me, and rage in vain; Look on thy kinsman Caesar's happy slaves, The same victorious arm that conquers, saves.
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XIV: He comforts his mistress for the loss of her hair by the means she took to beautify it. By an unknown hand. (search)
ou ne'er were urg'd to some indecent fray, Nor in a fury snatch'd the comb away. The teeth ne'er touch'd you, and her constant care, Without ill arts, would have preserv'd your hair. Behind your chair I oft have seen her stand, And comb and curl it with a gentle hand: Oft have I seen it on your shoulders play Uncomb'd, as on your purple bed you lay. Your artless tresses with more charms appear, Than when adorn'd with all your cost and care. When on the grass the Thracian nymphs recline, Of Bacchus full, and weary of their wine, Less lovely are their locks, than yours, less fair The ringlets of their soft dishevell'd hair: Softer was thine, like fleecy down it felt, And to the finger did as freely yield, How didst thou torture it, the curls to turn, Now with hot irons at thy toilet burn? This rack, with what obedience did it bear? "Ah spare," I cried, "thy patient tresses spare! To hurt them is a sin: this needless toil Forbear, and do not, what adorns thee, spoil. 'Tis now too late
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy II: To his Mistress at the horse-race. By Henry Cromwell. (search)
love." But now the pomp appears, the sacred throng Command applauses from the heart and tongue; First victory with expanded wings does move, Be near, O Goddess ! to assist my love; To Mars let warriors acclamations raise, The merchants' tongues resound with Neptune's praise; Whilst I, whom neither seas nor arms invite, In love alone, the fruit of peace, delight; To their Apollo let the prophets pray, And hunters to Diana homage pay. Let the mechanics to Minerva vow, Rustics to Ceres, and to Bacchus bow; Whilst I devote myself to thee alone, Kind Venus, and the pow'rful god thy son; 0 be propitious to my enterprize, Inform with all thy softness these fair eyes, And to love's cause her gentle breast incline; She grants, and has contriv'd it with a sign; Do you assure it too, you who're to me (With Venus' leave) the mightier deity, By all these heavenly witnesses' to you Will I be ever faithful, ever true. Now ib the open cirque the game's begun, The praetor gives the signal, now they ru