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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 XVIII: To Macer, blaming him for not writing of love as he did. (search)
Elegy XVIII: To Macer, blaming him for not writing of love as he did. While, Macer, you Achilles' choler sing, And Greece before the walls of Ilium bring; While feats of arms in Phrygian fields you tell, And how old Tory by Grecion vengeance fell; I my soft hours in softer songs employ, And all my leisure give to love and joy. When to high acts, my voice I strive to raise, Love laughs at my attempt, and mocks my lays; "Begone!" I often to my mistress cry, But have not courage, yet, myself to fly. Whene'er she sees me in this sullen fit, She fondles me, and, on my knee will sit: "Enough of this (say I), for shame give o'er, Enough of love, we'll play the fool no more." " Ah, is it then a shame to love?" she cries, And chides, and melts me with her weeping eyes. Around my neck her snowy arms she throws, And to my lips with stifling kisses grows. How can I all this tenderness refuse ? At once my wisdom, and my will I lose; I'm conquer'd, and renounce the glorious train Of arms, and war