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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), 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!
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)
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 made a stout defence, I swore, and look'd as bold as innocence; "Damme, -- egad!" all that, and -- "let me die!"' Kind Venus, do not hear my perjury; Kind Venus, stop thy ears when lovers lie. Now, Betty, how will you my oaths requite? Come, pr'ythee let's compound for more delight; Faith, I am easy, and but ask a night. What! start at the proposal? how! deny Pretend fVenus, stop thy ears when lovers lie. Now, Betty, how will you my oaths requite? Come, pr'ythee let's compound for more delight; Faith, I am easy, and but ask a night. What! start at the proposal? how! deny Pretend fond fears of a discovery ? Refuse, lest some sad chance the thing betray ? Is this your kind, your damn'd obliging way ? Well, deny on; I'll lie, I'll swear no more; Corinna now shall know thou art a whore. I'll tell, since you my fair address forbid, How often, when, and where, and what we did!
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy X: Ovid tells Graecinus, that he is fallen in love with a couple of ladies. By an unknown hand. (search)
sings fall. May they, insipidly supine, be spread Along the middle of a widowed bed; While I with sprightliness love's vigil's keep, Stretch'd out for something far more sweet than sleep. Others from ruin fly, to mine I run, To be by women pleasingly undone, Longing for two, since undestroy'd by one. Still let my slender limbs for love suffice; I want no nerves, but want the bulky size. My limbs, tho' lean are not in vain display'd; From me no female ever rose a maid. Oft have I, when a luscious night was spent, Saluted morn, nor cloy'd nor impotent. Happy, who gasps in love his latest breath; Give me, ye gods, so softly sweet a death ! Let the rough warriors grapple on the plain, And with their blood immortal honour gain; Let the vile miser plough for wealth the deep, And, shipwrek'd in the unfatbom'd waters, sleep May Venus grant me but my last desire, In the full height of rapture to expire. Perhaps some friend, with kindly dew supplied, Weeping will say, "As Ovid liv'd, he died."
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XIV: To his Mistress, who endeavoured to make herself miscarry. (search)
trade, Among the race of men what havock had they made. Mankind had been extinct, and lost the seed, Without a wonder to restore the breed, As when Deucalion and his Purrha hurl'd The stones that sow'd with men the delug'd world, Had Thetis, goddess of the sea, refus'd To bear the burden, and her fruit abus'd, Who would have Priam's royal seat destroy'd? Or had the vestal whom fierce Mars enjoy'd, Stifled the twins within her pergnant womb, What founder would have then been born to Rome? Had Venus, when she with Aeneas teem'd, To death, ere born, Anchises' son condemn'd, The world had of the Caesars been depriv'd; Augustus ne'er had reign'd, nor Julius liv'd. And thou, whose beauty is the boast of fame, Hadst perish'd, had thy mother done the same; Nor had I liv'd love's faithful slave to be, Had my own mother dealt as ill by me. Ah, vile invention, ah, accurs'd design, To rob of rip'ning fruit the loaded vine Ah, let it grow for nature's use mature, Ah, let it its full length of time
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy I: The Poet deliberates with himself whether he should continue writing elegies, or attempt tragedy. (search)
eguil'd) And joyous eyes her rival sweetly smil'd; Sustain'd her hand a myrtle branch upright? Or did my fancy form the charming sight? "Still so severe, 0, tragedy ! (she cried); And canst thou ne'er forego thy sullen pride? I not compare my lowly lays to thine; Too weak materials for the vast design. The style unlabour'd, negligent the dress, My verse is humbler, and my matter less. Gay, wanton, soft, my business is to move, With melting strains, the playful god of love. Bereft of me, fair Venus wants her charms, I help the goddess, and prepare her arms. My luring art, and soothing lays prevail, Where lofty port, and tragic buskins fail. I more deserve, by making that my care, Thy rigid pride allows not thee to bear: By me, Corinna first was taught to try Tobreak from prison, and deceive the spy; I first induc'd the fearful fair to slide With tremb'ling caution from her husband's side; When to thy arms, all loose, and disarray'd, Prepar'd for pleasure, flew the melting maid. Fix'd o
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