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T. Maccius Plautus, Rudens, or The Fisherman's Rope (ed. Henry Thomas Riley) 42 0 Browse Search
Lucretius, De Rerum Natura (ed. William Ellery Leonard) 26 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various) 16 0 Browse Search
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C. Suetonius Tranquillus, The Lives of the Caesars (ed. Alexander Thomson) 4 0 Browse Search
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Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington), Book 1, Poem 13 (search)
Telephus—you praise him still, His waxen arms, his rosy-tinted neck; Ah! and all the while I thrill With jealous pangs I cannot, cannot check See, my colour comes and goes, My poor heart flutters, Lydia, and the dew, Down my cheek soft stealing, shows What lingering torments rack me through and through. Oh, 'tis agony te see Those snowwhite shoulders scarr'd in drunken fray, Or those ruby lips, where he Has left strange marks, that show how rough his play! Never, never look to find A faithful heart in him whose rage can harm Sweetest lips, which Venus kind Has tinctured with her quintessential charm. Happy, happy; happy they Whose living love, untroubled by all strife, Binds them till the last sad day, Nor parts asunder but with parting lif
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 3, line 95 (search)
nd likewise he who cast that dart was slain: both breathing forth their lives upon the air so briefly theirs, expired together. All as if demented leaped in sudden rage, each on the other, dealing mutual wounds. So, having lived the space allotted them, the youthful warriors perished as they smote the earth (their blood-stained mother) with their breasts: and only five of all the troop remained; of whom Echion, by Minerva warned, called on his brothers to give up the fight, and cast his arms away in pledge of faith.— when Cadmus, exiled from Sidonia's gates, builded the city by Apollo named, these five were trusted comrades in his toil. Now Thebes is founded, who can deem thy days unhappy in shine exile, Cadmus? Thou, the son-in-law of Mars and Venus; thou, whose glorious wife has borne to shine embrace daughters and sons? And thy grandchildren join around thee, almost grown to man's estate.— nor should we say, “He leads a happy life,” Till after death the funeral rites are
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 9, line 418 (search)
When Themis, prophesying future days, had said these words, the Gods of Heaven complained because they also could not grant the gift of youth to many others in this way. Aurora wept because her husband had white hair; and Ceres then bewailed the age of her Iasion, grey and stricken old; and Mulciber demanded with new life his Erichthonius might again appear; and Venus, thinking upon future days, said old Anchises' years must be restored. And every god preferred some favorite, until vexed with the clamor, Jupiter implored, “If you can have regard for me, consider the strange blessings you desire: does any one of you believe he can prevail against the settled will of Fate? As Iolaus has returned by fate, to those years spent by him; so by the Fates Callirhoe's sons from infancy must grow to manhood with no struggle on their part, or force of their ambition. And you should endure your fortune with contented minds: I, also, must give all control to Fate. “If I had power to change the c
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 15, line 745 (search)
wrought of brass and solid iron with vast labor, are unchangeable through all eternity; and have no weakening fears of thunder-shocks from heaven, nor from the rage of lightnings they are perfectly secure from all destruction. You will surely find the destinies of your descendants there, engraved in everlasting adamant. 'Tis certain. I myself, have read them there: and I, with care have marked them in my mind. I will repeat them so that you may have unerring knowledge of those future days. “Venus, the man on whose behalf you are so anxious, already has completed his alloted time. The years are ended which he owed to life on earth. You with his son, who now as heir to his estate must bear the burden of that government, will cause him, as a deity, to reach the heavens, and to be worshipped in the temples here. “The valiant son will plan revenge on those who killed his father and will have our aid in all his battles. The defeated walls of scarred Mutina, which he will besiege, shall sue
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), carte 1 (search)
Arriv'd at court, I found the palace rooms Adorn'd with hangings made in costly looms; Fair maids I met, that mov'd with heavenly grace, And young men, walking with a lusty pace; Old men I saw, too, but I could not dream What service Venus could receive from them. Pensive I stood, and fearful to be seen, Till one I spied belonging to the queen, Call'd Philomel; I knew her once a maid, But all her life she lov'd. "My friend (she said) Welcome to Cupid's court; but you, I fear, Receiv'd from Merh sorrow 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 w
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), carte 5 (search)
verse I write, And songs at home with some applause indite; Oh, why is every flower and pleasing root That in the Muses' happy garden shoot, Denied me now? and why must I despair, With sweets of verse to charm the brightest fair? Thou gentle muse, my humble breast inspire With sacred numbers and celestial fire; And, Pallas, thy propitious light convey, To chase the mist of ignorance away!" "Peace, rhyming fool, and learn henceforth to make A fitter choice; your woman you mistake." "0 mercy, Venus! mercy from above! Why would you curse me with such hopeless love? Behold the most abandon'd soul on earth; Ill was I got, and woful was my birth. Unless some pity on my pains you shed, The frosty grave will quickly be my bed." Thus having spoke, my breath began to fail, My colour sunk, and turned like ashes pale; I swoon'd, and down I fell. " Thou slave arise (Cried Rosalinda), now thy love I prize; I only tried thy heart, and since I find 'Tis soft and tender, know that mine is kind. Swear
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Pygmalion (search)
sses moves, And tells a long fond tale how well he loves. Presents her now with all he thought might please, With precious gums distill'd from weeping trees. Small singing birds, who strain their tuneful throats, Covering round, repeat their pretty notes. With sweetest flowers he crowns her lovely head, And lays her on the softest downy bed. In richest robes his charming idol drest, Bright sparkling gems adorn her neck and breast, And she look'd well in all, but looked, when naked, best. Now Venus kept her feast; and goodly train For love-sick youths frequent, and fill her fane. The snow-white heifers fall by sacred strokes, While with rich gums the loaded altar smokes. Among the rest the hopeless lover stands, Tears in his eyes, his offerings in his hands; More furious than before he feels his fires, E'en his despair redoubles his desires. A long, long time in orations deferr'd, He durst not pray, lest he should not be heard; Till urg'd by love, his tim'rous silence broke, Thus, but
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Hippomenes and Atalanta (search)
owery lawn. Straight at the sight the virgin could not hold, But starts aside to catch the shining gold. He takes the wished occasion, passes by, While all the field resounded shouts of joy. This she recovers with redoubled haste, Till he far off the second apple cast. Again the nymph diverts her near pursuit, And running back secures the tempting fruit: But her strange speed recovers her again, Again the foremost in the flowery plain. Now near the goal he summons all his might, And prays to Venus to direct him right, With his last apple to retard her flight. Though sure to lose if she the race declin'd, For such a bribe the vict'ry she resigned. Pleas'd that she'd lost, to the glad victor's arms She gives the prize, and yields her dear-bought charms. He by resistless gold the conquest gain'd, In vain he ran, till that the race obtain'd. Possess'd of that, he could not but subdue, For gold, alas! would conquer Delia too. Yet oh ! thou best belov'd, thou loveliest maid, Be not by too m
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy VIII: He Curses a Bawd, for going about to debauch his mistress. By Sir Charles Sedley. (search)
Elegy VIII: He Curses a Bawd, for going about to debauch his mistress. By Sir Charles Sedley. There is a bawd renown'd in Venus' wars, Aud dreadful still with honorable scars; Her youth and beauty, craft and guile supply, Sworn foe to all degrees of chastity. Dypsas, who first taught love-sick maids the way To cheat the bridegroom on the wedding-day, And then a hundred subtle tricks devis'd, Wherewith the am'rous theft might be disguis'd; Of herbs and spells she tries the guilty force, The poison of a mare that goes to horse. Cleaving the midnight air upon a switch, Some for a bawd, most take her for a witch. Each morning sees her reeling to her bed, Her native blue o'ercome with drunken red: Her ready tongue ne'er wants a useful lie, Soft moving words, nor charming flattery. Thus I o'erheard her to my Lucia speak: "Young Damon's heart wilt thou for ever break He long has lov'd thee, and by me he sends To learn thy motions, which he still attends; If to the park thou go'st, the pla
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy VII: He protests that he never had anything to do with the chambermaid. By the same hand. (search)
uent chidings I no force can see, You frown too often to prevail with me; The ass grows dull by stripes; the constant blow Beats off his briskness, and he moves but slow. But now I'm lavish of my kind embrace, And Moll, forsooth, supplies her lady's place! Kind love, forbid that I should stoop so low; What! unto mean, ignoble beauties bow ? A chambermaid ! no faith, my love flies high; My quarry is a miss of quality. Fye, who would clasp a slave ? who joy to feel Her hands of iron and her sides of steel ? 'Twill damp an eager thought, 'twill check my mind, To feel those knobs the lash hath left behind. Besides, she dresses well, with lovely grace She sets thy tow'r, and does adorn thy face; Thy nat'ral beauty all her hearts improve, And make me more enamour'd of my love. Then why should I tempt her, and why betray Thy useful slave, and have her turn'd away? I swear by Venus, by love's darts and bow, (A desp'rate oath, you must believe me now,) I am not guilty, I've not broke my vow!
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