Browsing named entities in P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various).
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Elegy XII: The Poet rejoices for the favours he has received of his mistress. Io Triumphe! I have won the prize, For in my arms the fair Corinna lies. Nor jealous husband, nor a guardian's care, Nor door defended with a double bar, Could fence against a lover's artifice, For in my arms the fair Corinna lies. With reason of my victory I boast, The conquest gain'd, and yet no blood is lost; I scal'd no walls, I pass'd no ditch profound, Safe were my wars, and all without a wound. My only work aCorinna lies. With reason of my victory I boast, The conquest gain'd, and yet no blood is lost; I scal'd no walls, I pass'd no ditch profound, Safe were my wars, and all without a wound. My only work a charming girl to gain; The pleasure well rewards the little pain. Ten years the Greeks did in one siege employ, But levell'd were, at length, the walls of Troy; What glory was there by th' Atrides won, So many chiefs before a single town! Not thus did I my pleasant toils pursue, And the whole glory to myself is due; Myself was horse and foot, myself alone The captain and the soldier was in one, And fought beneath no banner but my own. Whether by strength I combated, or wile, Fortune did ever o
Elegy XIII: To Isis. A prayer that the goddess would assist Corinna, and prevent her miscarrying. With cruel art Corinna would destroy The ripening fruit of our reCorinna would destroy The ripening fruit of our repeated joy. While on herself she practises her skill, She's like the mother, not the child, to kill. Me she would not acquaint with what she did, From me a thing, wh
lks around Canope's walls,
Who Memphis visit'st, and the Pharian tower,
Assist Corinna with thy friendly powers.
Thee by thy silver Sistra I conjure,
A life so preci ee thy votaries pray
For speedy help, thy wanted help delay.
Lucina, listen to Corinna's pray'r;
Thy votary she, and worthy of thy care.
I'll with my off'rings to th bless,
In words inscrib'd, I'll on thy shrine express:-
"Ovid, the servant of Corinna, pray'd
The goddess here, the teeming dame to aid."
Ah, goddess! of my humble my vow.
If frighted as I am, I may presume
Your conduct to direct in time to come,
Corinna, since you've suffer'd thus before,
Ah, try the bold experiment no more!