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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) 6 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
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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 5, line 341 (search)
m, by lot was portioned out. ‘The Gods of Heaven are overcome by thee; and Jupiter, and all the Deities that swim the deep, and the great ruler of the Water-Gods: why, then, should Tartarus escape our sway— the third part of the universe at stake— by which thy mother's empire and thy own may be enlarged according to great need. ‘How shameful is our present lot in Heaven, the powers of love and I alike despised; for, mark how Pallas has renounced my sway, besides Diana, javelin-hurler—so will Ceres' daughter choose virginity, if we permit,—that way her hopes incline. Do thou this goddess Proserpine, unite in marriage to her uncle. Venus spoke;— “Cupid then loosed his quiver, and of all its many arrows, by his mother's aid, selected one; the keenest of them all; the least uncertain, surest from the string: and having fixed his knee against the bow, bent back the flexile horn.—The flying shaft struck Pluto in the breast. “There is a lake of greatest depth, not far from Henna
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 11, line 85 (search)
t now conceive his large hopes in his grasping mind, as he imagined everything of gold. And, while he was rejoicing in great wealth, his servants set a table for his meal, with many dainties and with needful bread: but when he touched the gift of Ceres with his right hand, instantly the gift of Ceres stiffened to gold; or if he tried to bite with hungry teeth a tender bit of meat, the dainty, as his teeth but touched it, shone at once with yellow shreds and flakes of gold. And wine, another gifCeres stiffened to gold; or if he tried to bite with hungry teeth a tender bit of meat, the dainty, as his teeth but touched it, shone at once with yellow shreds and flakes of gold. And wine, another gift of Bacchus, when he mixed it in pure water, can be seen in his astonished mouth as liquid gold. Confounded by his strange misfortune—rich and wretched—he was anxious to escape from his unhappy wealth. He hated all he had so lately longed for. Plenty could not lessen hunger and no remedy relieved his dry, parched throat. The hated gold tormented him no more than he deserved. Lifting his hands and shining arms to heaven, he moaned. “Oh pardon me, father Lenaeus! I have done wrong, but pity me, <
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy I: By Dryden (search)
easures to my subject suit. Six feet for ev'ry verse the muse design'd, But Cupid laughing, when he saw my mind, From ev'ry second verse a foot purloin'd. "Who gave thee, boy, this arbitrary sway, On subjects, not thy own, commands to lay, Who Phoebus only, and his laws obey ? 'Tis more absurd, than if the queen of love Should in Minerva's arms to battle move; Or manly Pallas from that queen should take Her torch, and o'er the dying lover shake. In fields as well may Cynthia sow the corn, Or Ceres wind in woods the bugle-horn; As well may Phoebus quit the trembling string, For sword and shield; and Mars may learn to sing. Already thy dominions are too large; Be not ambitious of a foreign charge. If thou wilt reign o'er all, and ev'ry where, The god of music for his harp may fear. Thus when with soaring wings I seek renown, Thou pluck'st my pinions, and I flutter down. Could I on such mean thoughts my muse employ, I want a mistress, or a blooming boy." Thus I complain'd; his bow the st
T. Maccius Plautus, Asinaria, or The Ass-Dealer (ed. Henry Thomas Riley), act 4, scene 1 (search)
is she to utter a word of abuse to any one; if she does so speak, let this be her fine, to go for twenty days without wine." DIABOLUS You have written it nicely; a clever agreement. A PARASITE "Then, if she bids her maid-servant carry chaplets, garlands, or unguents, to Venus or to Cupid, your servant is to watch whether she gives them to Venus or to a man. If perchance she should say she wishes to keep herself in purityKeep herself in purity: He probably alludes to the festival of Isis or Ceres, on which occasion it was usual for the female votaries rigidly to separate themselves from the society of men. The translation of the next line is somewhat modified., let her account for as many nights as she has kept herself in purity. These are no trifles; for they are no funeral dirgeNo funeral dirge: "Mortualia" were the songs which hired female mourners sang at funerals; and which, as being especially worthless, were pre-eminently called "nugæ," or "trifles."." DIABOLUS The conditions
T. Maccius Plautus, Rudens, or The Fisherman's Rope (ed. Henry Thomas Riley), act 1, scene 2 (search)
ere better for you to order a breakfast to be got ready at home. Perhaps you've been invited hereBeen invited here: It was the custom of Parasites to prowl about the Temples, for the purpose of joining in the feasts which sometimes took place at the conclusion of the sacrifice. to breakfast. He that invited you, hasn't he come at all? PLESIDIPPUS 'Tis the fact. SCEPARNIO There's no risk then in your betaking yourself hence home without your breakfast. It's better for you to be a waiter upon Ceres than upon Venus; the latter attends to love, Ceres attends to wheat. PLESIDIPPUS to DÆMONES. This fellow has been making sport of me in a digraceful manner. DÆM. looking out at the side. O ye immortal Gods, Sceparnio, what means those people near the sea-shore? SCEPARNIO According to my notion, they've been invited to a parting breakfastTo a parting breakfast: "Prandium propter viam." Thornton has the following Note here: "This is a sorry joke, even for Sceparnio, on so serious and melancho