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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) 44 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding) 10 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
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington) 2 0 Browse Search
Phaedrus, The Fables of Phaedrus (ed. Christopher Smart, Christopher Smart, A. M.) 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 VIII: To Corinna's Chambermaid. By the same hand. (search)
Elegy VIII: To Corinna's Chambermaid. By the same hand. Dear, skilful Betty, who dost far excel My lady's other maids in dressing well; Dear Betty, fit to be preferred above To Juno's chamber, or the queen of love; Genteel, well-bred, not rustically coy, Not easy to deny desired joy; Thro' whose soft eyes still secret wishes shine, Fit for thy mistress' use, but more for mine; Who, Betty, did the fatal secret see? Who told Corinna you were kind to me! Yet when she chid me for my kind embrace, Did any guilty blush spread o'er my face! Did I betray thee, maid, or could she spy The least confession in my conscious eye ! Not that I think it a disgrace to prove Stol'n sweets, or make a chambermaid my love; Achilles wanton'd in Briseis' arms, Atrides bow'd to fair Cassandra's charms: Sure I am less than these,-then what can bring Disgrace to me, that so became a king ! But when she look'd on you, poor harmless maid, You blush'd, and all the kind intrigue betray'd; Yet still I vow'd, I mad
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XIX: By Dryden. (search)
en embrac'd! How ev'ry kiss was dearer than the last! Thou whom I now adore, be edified, Take care that I may often be denied; Forget the promis'd hour, or feign some fright, Make me lie rough on bulks each other night. These are the arts that best secure thy reign, And this the food that must my fires maintain. Gross easy love does, like gross diet, pall; In squeasy stomachs honey turns to gall. Had Danae not been kept in brazen tow'rs, Jove had not thought her worth his golden show'rs: When Juno to a cow turn'd Io's shape, The watchman help'd her to a second leap. Let him who loves an easy whetstone whore, Pluck leaves from trees, and drink the common shore. The jilting harlot strikes the surest blow, A truth which I by sad experience know; The kind, poor, constant creature we despise, Man but pursues the quarry while it flies. But thou dull husband of a wife too fair, Stand on thy guard, and watch the precious ware; If creaking doors, or barking dogs, thou hear, Or windows scratch'd
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XIII: Of Juno's Feast. (search)
Elegy XIII: Of Juno's Feast. My wife, a native of Phaliscan plains, Where the rich soils enrich the lab'ring swains, Where purple grapes and golden apples grow, A conquest we to great Camillus owe. When once to Juno's feast she thither went, My mind to know the secret rites was bent: The pious priests the solemn sports prepare, And purify the fane with holy care. A heifer of the place they sacrifice, But ne'er to men expose their mysteries, I mark'd the hidden way my consort went, And follow'd down the deep and dark descent. To an old wood at last I came, whose shade Impress'd a horror on the gloom it made, And ev'ry step with trembling feet I trod, Profan'd, I thought, the dwelling of a god. An altar there was rais'd by hands divine, And fragrant incense flam'd around the shrine. Chaste matrons there their vow'd oblations pay, And celebrate with joyful hymns the day. Soon as the fife the signal gives, they move In long procession through the sacred grove Branches and flow'rs are wi