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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) 12 0 Browse Search
C. Suetonius Tranquillus, The Lives of the Caesars (ed. Alexander Thomson) 10 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding) 10 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) 4 0 Browse Search
C. Suetonius Tranquillus, The Lives of the Caesars (ed. Alexander Thomson) 2 0 Browse Search
T. Maccius Plautus, Rudens, or The Fisherman's Rope (ed. Henry Thomas Riley) 2 0 Browse Search
M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, The fourteen orations against Marcus Antonius (Philippics) (ed. C. D. Yonge) 2 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various) 2 0 Browse Search
Titus Livius (Livy), History of Rome, books 1-10 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts) 2 0 Browse Search
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington) 2 0 Browse Search
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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 3, line 509 (search)
rove true in deede, For as the Prophet did forespeake so fell it out with speede. Anon this newefound Bacchus commes: the woods and fieldes rebound With noyse of shouts and howling out, and such confused sound. The folke runne flocking out by heapes, men, Mayds and wives togither The noble men and rascall sorte ran gadding also thither, The Orgies of this unknowne God full fondely to performe, The which when Penthey did perceyve, he gan to rage and storme. And sayde unto them: O ye ympes of Mars his snake by kinde What ayleth you? what fiend of hell doth thus enrage your minde? Hath tinking sound of pottes and pannes, hath noyse of crooked home, Have fonde illusions such a force that them whome heretoforne No arming sworde, no bloudie trumpe, no men in battail ray Could cause to shrinke, no sheepish shriekes of simple women fray, And dronken woodnesse wrought by wine and roughts of filthie freakes And sound of toying timpanes dauntes, and quite their courage breakes? Shall I at
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 4, line 167 (search)
This tale thus tolde a little space of pawsing was betwist, And then began Leucothoe thus, hir sisters being whist: This Sunne that with his streaming light al worldly things doth cheare Was tane in love. Of Phebus loves now list and you shall heare. It is reported that this God did first of all espie, (For everie thing in Heaven and Earth is open to his eie) How Venus with the warlike Mars advoutrie did commit. It grieved him to see the fact and so discovered it, He shewed hir husband Junos sonne th'advoutrie and the place In which this privie scape was done. Who was in such a case That heart and hand and all did faile in working for a space. Anon he featly forgde a net of Wire so fine and slight, That neyther knot nor nooze therein apparant was to sight. This piece of worke was much more fine than any handwarpe oofe Or that whereby the Spider hanges in sliding from the roofe. And furthermore the suttlenesse and slight thereof was such, It followed every little pull and clo
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 4, line 563 (search)
ten seene since first his comming thither, He utterly forsakes his towne the which he builded had, As though the fortune of the place so hardly him bestad, And not his owne. And fleeting long like pilgrims, at the last Upon the coast of Illirie his wife and he were cast. Where ny forpind with cares and yeares, while of the chaunces past Upon their house, and of their toyles and former travails tane They sadly talkt betweene themselves: Was my speare head the bane Of that same ougly Snake of Mars (quoth Cadmus) when I fled From Sidon? or did I his teeth in ploughed pasture spred? If for the death of him the Goddes so cruell vengeaunce take, Drawen out in length upon my wombe then traile I like a snake. He had no sooner sayde the worde but that he gan to glide Upon his belly like a Snake. And on his hardened side He felt the scales new budding out, the which was wholy fret With speccled droppes of blacke and gray as thicke as could be set. He falleth groveling on his breast, an
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 12, line 64 (search)
hich though it hit the mark at which it flew, Yit perst it not the skinne at all. Now when this blunted blowe Had hit on Cygnets brest, and did no print of hitting showe, Thou, Goddesse sonne (quoth Cygnet), for by fame we doo thee knowe. Why woondrest at mee for to see I can not wounded bee? (Achilles woondred much thereat.) This helmet which yee see Bedect with horses yellow manes, this sheeld that I doo beare, Defend mee not. For ornaments alonly I them weare. For this same cause armes Mars himself likewyse. I will disarme Myself, and yit unrazed will I passe without all harme. It is to sum effect, not borne to bee of Neryes race, So that a man be borne of him that with threeforked mace : Rules Nereus and his daughters too, and all the sea besyde. This sayd, he at Achilles sent a dart that should abyde Uppon his sheeld. It perced through the steele and through nyne fold Of Oxen hydes, and stayd uppon the tenth. Achilles bold Did wrest it out, and forcybly did throwe the same ag
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 14, line 772 (search)
e for thee to make Thy promis good which thou of mee and of thy graundchyld spake: Which was to take him from the earth and in the heaven him stay. Thou once (I markt thy gracious woordes and bare them well away) Before a great assembly of the Goddes didst to mee say There shalbee one whom thou shalt rayse above the starry skye. Now let thy saying take effect. Jove graunting by and by The ayre was hid with darksom clowdes, and thunder foorth did fly, And lyghtning made the world agast. Which Mars perceyving to Bee luckye tokens for himself his enterpryse to do, Did take his rist uppon his speare and boldly lept into His bloodye charyot. And he lent his horses with his whippe A yirking lash, and through the ayre full smoothely downe did slippe. And staying on the woody toppe of mountayne Palatine, He tooke away king Romulus whoo there did then defyne The pryvate caces of his folk unseemly for a king. And as a leaden pellet broade enforced from a sling Is woont to dye amid the