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C. Valerius Catullus, Carmina (ed. Sir Richard Francis Burton), To MAMURRA'S MISTRESS (search)
To MAMURRA'S MISTRESS Hail, girl who neither nose of minim size Owns, nor a pretty foot, nor jetty eyes, Nor thin long fingers, nor mouth dry of slaver Nor yet too graceful tongue of pleasant flavour, Leman to Formian that rake-a-hell. What, can the Province boast of thee as belle? Thee with my Lesbia durst it make compare? O Age insipid, of all humour bare!
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 1, line 567 (search)
e I gesse amisse, Some wrong agaynst me (quoth she) now my husbande working is. And with that worde she left the Heaven, and downe to earth shee came, Commaunding all the mistes away. But Jove foresees the same, And to a Cow as white as milke his Leman he convayes. She was a goodly Heifer sure: and Juno did hir prayse, Although (God wot) she thought it not, and curiously she sought, Where she was bred, whose Cow she was, who had hir thither broughte As though she had not knowne the truthall shame to flight. But that he feared if he should denie a gift so light As was a Cowe to hir that was his sister and his wyfe, Might make hir thinke it was no Cow, and breede perchaunce some strife. Now when that Juno had by gift hir husbands Leman got, Yet altogether out of feare and carelesse was she not. She had him in a jelousie and thoughtfull was she still For doubt he should invent some meanes to steale hir from hir: till To Argus, olde Aristors sonne, she put hir for to keepe. T
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 2, line 466 (search)
The Matrone of the thundring Jove had inckling of the fact, Delaying till convenient time the punishment to exact. There is no cause of further stay. To spight hir heart withall, Hir husbands Leman bare a boy that Arcas men did call. On whome she casting lowring looke with fell and cruell minde Saide: Was there, arrant strumpet thou, none other shift to finde But that thou needes must be with barne? that all the world must see My husbandes open shame and thine in doing wrong to mee? But neyther unto heaven nor hell this trespasse shalt thou beare. I will bereve thee of thy shape through pride whereof thou were So hardy to entyce my Feere. Immediatly with that She raught hir by the foretop fast and fiercely threw hir flat Against the grounde. The wretched wench hir armes up mekely cast, Hir armes began with griesly haire to waxe all rugged fast. Hir handes gan warpe and into pawes ylfavordly to grow, And for to serve in stede of feete. The lippes that late ago Did like the
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 4, line 167 (search)
are became hir wondrous well. He made no mo delayes, But turned to his proper shape and tooke hys glistring rayes. The damsell being sore abasht at this so straunge a sight, And overcome with sodaine feare to see the God so bright, Did make no outcrie nor no noyse, but helde hir pacience still, And suffred him by forced powre his pleasure to fulfill. Hereat did Clytie sore repine. For she beyond all measure Was then enamoured of the Sunne: and stung with this displeasure That he another Leman had, for verie spight and yre She playes the blab, and doth defame Leucothoe to hir Syre. He cruell and unmercifull would no excuse accept, But holding up hir handes to heaven when tenderly she wept, And said it was the Sunne that did the deede against hir will: Yet like a savage beast full bent his daughter for to spill, He put hir deepe in delved ground, and on hir bodie laide A huge great heape of heavie sand. The Sunne full yll appaide Did with his beames disperse the sand and made an
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 9, line 98 (search)
reater grow Through false and newly forged lyes that shee hirself dooth sow) Told Dyanyre that Hercules did cast a liking to A Ladie called Iolee. And Dyanyra (whoo Was jealous over Hercules,) gave credit to the same. And when that of a Leman first the tidings to hir came, She being striken to the hart, did fall to teares alone, And in a lamentable wise did make most wofull mone. Anon she said: what meene theis teares thus gushing from myne eyen? My husbands Leman will rejoyce at theiLeman will rejoyce at theis same teares of myne. Nay, sith she is to come, the best it were to shonne delay, And for to woork sum new devyce and practyse whyle I may, Before that in my bed her limbes the filthy strumpet lay. And shall I then complayne? or shall I hold my toong with skill? Shall I returne to Calydon? or shall I tarry still? Or shall I get me out of doores, and let them have their will? What if that I (Meleager) remembring mee to bee Thy suster, to attempt sum act notorious did agree? And in a