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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) 8 0 Browse Search
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I repent, Wretch that I am, a life so vainly spent." And having spoke, by her I straight was led To a vast hall, with various carpets spread, And cloth of gold; on which I wondering found A throne of state, erected from the ground, Where Venus sat, with her imperial son; Each had a sceptre and a radiant crown. To see their pomp, I could till now have stood Thoughtless of drink, and destitute of food; The pleasures of the fam'd Elysian field Can no such rapture to a stranger yield. No wonder Venus, bless'd with such a mien, And such a person, reigns of beauty queen; Her golden hair dishevell'd, crisp and long, In easy curls around her shoulders hung; And ev'ry beam that's darted from her eyes, Piercing and sharp, like pointed arrow flies. The king of love had danger by his side, The queen, despair; and looking further wide, Attendance, fear, and flattery I view'd, And hope, with strength above the rest endu'd; And wrinkled jealousy; with young delight, Open and free, and cheerful to t
h you'll vow." Then straight he call'd an officer of state, His name is Rigour; solemn was his gait, And grim his look; unmov'd with gold or pray'r; A statute book he brought, and said, "You swear True to remain, in deed, in thought, and word, To Venus and her son, your sovereign lord; To love one fair unchangeably till death, And own your passion with your latest breath; To bear the various temper of her mind, And let her will your just obedience find; To give the honour to her virtue due, Andn other statutes of the realm to look, Rigour cried out, "Hold, traitor to the queen, Those sacred statutes are not to be seen; Those are the laws for womankind ordain'd, That with men's eyes were never yet profan'd; Not e'en with mine, tho' I on Venus wait, Long trusted with her deep affairs of state. Believe me, friend, mankind must still despair To know the rules and maxims of the fair; And when you see 'em change with ev'ry wind, Themselves indulging, to their slaves unkind, Conclude their
with grief, or blasted by despair; Some in new mantles dress'd, and some in old, Like half starv'd beggars, ugly to behold. Some pale as death appear'd, some glow'd like fire, Confessing to their inward fierce desire: These with their loud complaints the queen besought To cure those ills that cruel love had wrought; And punish all such authors of their woes, As mock'd their sufferings, or had broke their vows. But all the happy there, whose envied lives Were bless'd with joys which bounteous Venus gives, Cried, "Goddess, hail! propitious to redress The cares of mortals, and their hearts to bless, May no divisions in your realms be found, Since the whole world in love's soft chains is bound; This is the life of joy our vot'ries know, Who feel their bliss of paradise below; Love cures our vices and refines our hearts; The source of manners, industry, and parts; Honour to you, celestial queen, we pay, Whose minds are lighted with your beauty's ray." Taught by the pray'r these happy lover
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XVII: He tells Corinna he will always be her slave (search)
Elegy XVII: He tells Corinna he will always be her slave If there's a wretch, who thinks it is a shame, To serve a lovely and a loving dame: If such a slave he loads with infamy, I'm willing he should judge as hard of me; I'm willing all the world should know my shame If Venus will abate my raging flame. Let me a fair and gentle mistress have, And then proclaim aloud that I'm her slave. Beauty is apt to swell a maiden's mind, And thus Corinna is to pride inclin'd: But as she is above all maiden's fair, What's pride in them is insolence in her; Less fair I wish she was, or knew it less; How learnt she, she is lovely by her face! Her mirror tells her so, she often tries Her mirror, and believes her charming eyes. The looks she then puts on, are still her best, And she ne'er uses it but when she's dress'd. Though wide the empire of your beauties spread, Beauty to draw my am'rous glances made: Compare your servant's merit with your eyes, You'll find no cause his service to dispise. Don'