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Plato, Republic, Book 3, section 400b (search)
“Well,” said I, “on this point we will take counsel with Damon,The Platonic Socrates frequently refers to Damon as his musical expert. Cf. Laches 200 B, 424 C, Alc. I. 118 C. too, as to which are the feet appropriate to illiberality, and insolence or madness or other evils, and what rhythms we must leave for their opposites; and I believe I have heard him obscurely speakingThere is a hint of satire in this disclaimer of expert knowledge. Cf. 399 A. There is no agreement among modern experts with regard to the precise form of the so-called enoplios. Cf. my review of Herkenrath's “Der Enoplios,”Class. Phil. vol. iii. p. 360, Goodell, Chapters on Greek Metric, pp. 185 and 189, Blaydes on Ar
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)
he 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 plays are ill; If to the plays, he thinks the air would kill. The other day he gaz'd upon thy face, As he would grow a statue in the place; And who indeed does not? like a new star, Beauty like thine strikes wonder from afar. Alas! methinks thou art ill-dress'd to-night; This point's too poor; thy necklace is not right; This gown was by some