are good, olives there: this teems with healthy wheat. for that husband of hers: Minos was ousted by a bull. echoed to the sound of cymbals and frenzied drums. don’t be ashamed to slip amongst the columns. and eagerly took possession of the women. Ah me, that was boorishness stopped you not modesty. Divine genius grows faster than its years. and whose droplets take their name from the girl. and their fierce father stands, with out-stretched sword. You’ll be given sure limits for drinking by me: Most of all beware of starting a drunken squabble. The Rijksmuseum, Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. Ars amatoria comprises three books of mock-didactic elegiacs on the art of seduction and intrigue. since the girl is touched through the rules of the place. 25 “Sit modus exilio,” dixit “iustissime Minos: Accipiat cineres terra paterna meos. She who is taken in love’s sudden onslaught. If you’ve given, you can quite reasonably be forgotten: she carried it off, and now she’s nothing to lose. Marlowe's translation; Wikisource translation of Amores, David Drake's translation But believe the mirror that denies you’re a heifer. Ovid's Erotic Poems offers a modern English translation of the Amores and Ars Amatoria that retains the irreverent wit and verve of the original. Flashcards. read this, and learn by reading how to love. See, I augur your triumph: I’ll reply with a votive song. is to find out who you might wish to love. To be honest, I am not interested at all. Whether they give or not, they’re delighted to be asked: And even if you fail, you’ll escape unharmed. When the crowded procession of ivory gods goes by. that imaginary gem that fell from her pierced ear? Book III . Then what’s rarest in our age appears to our minds. he’s stayed, weighed down, a captive of the place. now be a tree, now a lion, now a bristling boar. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. she called, for cruel Theseus, to the unhearing waves. Who takes a kiss, and doesn’t take the rest. Why speak of Baiae, its shore splendid with sails. and a boy wages war’s un-boy-like agenda. It’s not their rivals that lovers fear: flee those you think are friends, and you’ll be safe. by art the chariot’s swift: love’s ruled by art. must be taught the places that the girls frequent. Daphnis was pale for his reluctant Naiad. when the sun’s in Leo, on the back of Hercules’s lion: or where Octavia added to her dead son Marcellus’s gifts, Don’t miss the Portico that takes its name. Only, take care her lips aren’t bruised by snatching. Why continually smooth your hair, you foolish woman? Corrupt her with promises, and with prayers: you’ll easily get what you want, if she wishes. The Court of Love, a tale from Chaucer. Works by Ovid; English translation only. and, sighing to herself in a low murmur, say: ‘But I doubt that you’ll be able to make her pay.’. Ars Amatoria Commentary Click on the link above for a PDF copy of the commentary, or on the image below to purchase a paperback copy on Amazon. P. OVIDI NASONIS LIBER PRIMVS ARTIS AMATORIAE Siquis in hoc artem populo non novit amandi, Hoc legat et lecto carmine doctus amet. would be ashamed if all your body was white. golden, will go by, drawn by four snowy horses. she was made no less beautiful by her tears. And now, my fair young pupils, do as your youthful lovers did awhile ago; upon your trophies write, "Ovid was our master." The table laid for a feast also gives you an opening: There’s something more than wine you can look for there. Your’s to play the lover, imitate wounds with words: use whatever skill you have to win her belief. might be propitiated by shedding a stranger’s blood. And speak well of your lady, speak well of the one she sleeps with: but silently in your thoughts wish the man ill. Then when the table’s cleared, the guests are free. and the spirited horse’s teeth worn by the bit. Your and your country’s father endowed you with arms: the enemy stole his kingship from an unwilling parent: You hold a pious shaft, he a wicked arrow: Justice and piety stick to your standard. IV. If the simple find you cunning, and the modest crude. How old were you, Bacchus, who are still a boy. The quarry that I was hot upon hath fallen into my toils. If her skirt is trailing too near the ground. Never weary of praising her face, her hair. Here one returning, his heart wounded, said: ‘That water’s not as healthy as they claim.’. and asking, having bet, which one will win. and not one showed the colour she had before. Created by. Often at that time girls captivated men’s wits. are confused by all? the Sun would not have veered from his course mid-way. Shamefully, though he gave way to a mother’s prayer. One soil doesn’t bear all crops: vines here. in time the horse learns to suffer the bridle: the curved plough’s lost to the endless furrow. Despite the actions against the work, it continues to be studied in college courses on Latin literature. the king gave the watched-for signal for the rape. Pylades loved Hermione, just as Phoebus Pallas. It’s true Love’s wild, and one who often flouts me: but he’s a child of tender years, fit to be ruled. Rome will grant you lots of such lovely girls, you’ll say: ‘Here’s everything the world has had.’. Ovid's Erotic Poems offers a modern English translation of the Amores and Ars Amatoria that retains the irreverent wit and verve of the original. Gravity. Tunc neque marmoreo pendebant vela theatro, Nec fuerant liquido pulpita rubra croco; 105 Illic quas tulerant nemorosa Palatia, frondes Simpliciter positae, scena sine arte fuit; In gradibus sedit populus de caespite factis, Qualibet hirsutas fronde tegente comas. Now the first task for you who come as a raw recruit. Latein-Nachhilfe muss nicht sein: Spelator- Latein für Hoffnungslose! Spell. A loose-robed pedlar comes to your lady: she likes to buy: and explains his prices while you’re sitting there. Meanwhile, if she’s being carried, reclining on her bed. the innocent thing dragged under the arching yoke. Don’t forget the races, those noble stallions: the Circus holds room for a vast obliging crowd. they say he greatly feared the aged Centaur. by a wooden cow, and their offspring betrayed its breeding. What will happen to me?’ she cried: and the whole shore. And you who seek the athlete’s crown, you too. and all the peoples of the world were in the City? hearts: a thousand minds require a thousand methods. All these things were driven by woman’s lust: it’s more fierce than ours, and more frenzied. Ah, how often, with angry face, she spied a cow. gives people many wounds, has many to give. Jupiter on high laughs at lovers’ perjuries. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. flattering though, speak as if you were present. where you might choose your love, where to set your nets. Judge jewellery, and fabric stained with purple. Why enumerate every female meeting place fit for the hunter? She’ll ask you to look, because you know what to look for: then kiss you: then ask you to buy her something there. Venus Genetrix - Joseph Adolf Schmetterling (Dutch, 1751 - 1828) The happy crowd of youths and girls will watch. and reckons to see to more than he was charged with. Ovid - The Amores Book I - in a new freely downloadable translation then pain and sorrow leave, and wrinkled brows. it will be thought excessive wine’s to blame. If it was proper for men not to be the first to ask. that he doesn’t press her sweet back with his knee. I sing what is well-known: not even Crete, the hundred-citied, They say that, with unpractised hands, she plucked. If Cretan Aerope had spurned Thyestes’s love. by A .S. Secret love’s just as pleasing to women as men. What’s harder than stone, softer than water? 9.1", "denarius") All ... Editions/Translations; Author Group; View text chunked by: text: book: line; Table of Contents: Introduction Ovid's Art of Love Book I Book II Book III Ovid 's Remedy of Love Ovid's Art of Beauty. And when wine has soaked Cupid’s drunken wings. They come to see, they come to be seen as well: These shows were first made troublesome by Romulus. and with your father’s powers and years you’ll win: though your first beginnings must be in debt to such a name. lest they flee to safety as they did before. In one case, fresh from bed, she’ll get busy, in another be tardy. Ovid, Tristia 4.10.33 8. Arte citae veloque rates remoque moventur, When, lately, Caesar, in mock naval battle. and unaware the girl by her own words was caught. and shafts the enemy hurl from flying horses. The generals will go before you, necks weighed down with chains. Award-winning poet Len Krisak captures the music of Ovid's richly textured Latin meters through rhyming couplets that render the verse as playful and agile as it was meant to be. Dai, as translator-cum-publisher, produced a serious translation with thorough footnotes and a scholarly preface (later added). when conquered India trembled to your rod? (and isn’t it hard to forego even one man?). and fists far too ready for a rough fight. That hand that Hector was destined to know. Make earnest enquiry whose those horses are: and rush to back her favourite, whatever it is. Your Rome’s as many girls as Gargara’s sheaves. If you say you haven’t the money in the house, she’ll ask. and tempered his wild spirits through peaceful art. you’ll always secretly know your mistress’s mind. Then she should speak of you, and add persuasive words. and himself becomes a part of the show he sees. the stage wasn’t stained with saffron perfumes: Then what the shady Palatine provided, leaves. so your girl can read them herself on the table: and gaze in her eyes with eyes confessing fire: you should often have silent words and speaking face. It’s fine to start on that day of tears when the Allia. So Troy was defended with sorrowful conflict: in joy, the Horse, pregnant with soldiers, was received. A girl suitable for your eyes is to be searched for. Title page of a 1644 edition of Ars amatoria, published in Frankfurt.. if by chance a speck of dust falls in the girl’s lap. Who would not weep at Corinthian Creusa’s flames. a cause of shame to Juno and Pallas still? When I am waiting at the barbershop, I see many magazines about hair fashion. They many times ask for gifts, they never give in return: you lose, and you’ll get no thanks for your loss. when her mistress’s mind is receptive, fit for love. Your lover can appreciate none of your wealth. her elegant fingers, and her slender feet. Let your speech be credible, use ordinary words. Some sing ‘O Hymenaeus’, some ‘Bacchus, euhoe!’. 8. Phaedra loved Hippolytus: he was unsophisticated: Adonis was dear to the goddess, and fit for the woods. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. Ars Amatoria and Remedia Amoris1 - Volume 12. Romulus, alone, knew what was fitting for soldiers: I’ll be a soldier, if you give me what suits me. External links. no sloppy feet for you, swimming in loose hide: don’t mar your neat hair with an evil haircut: let an expert hand trim your head and beard. will be saddened, though her face pretends delight. There you’ll find one to love, or one you can play with. and you, masses, show you support me: use your thumbs. Look, how she frisks before him in the tender grass: doubtless the foolish thing thinks that she’s lovely.’. leave off what you’ve begun, retrace your steps. he knows what valleys hide the angry boar: the wild-fowler knows the woods: the fisherman. and are pleased too when trouble comes to others. and Venus was in the vine, flame in the fire. Make promises: what harm can a promise do? often, what was once imagined comes to be. like a Maenad roused by the Boeotian god, they say. Perhaps at first a cool letter comes to you. Write. Nor will I falsely say you gave me the art, Apollo. It’s a safe well-trodden path to deceive in a friend’s name. Take the heavens for dowry: be seen as heavenly stars: and guide the anxious sailor often to your Cretan Crown.’, He spoke, and leapt from the chariot, lest she feared. Now secretly surprise her mind with flatteries. The maid can rouse her, when she combs her hair in the morning. Book I. while herding the flocks, Ascra, in your valleys: Experience prompts this work: listen to the expert poet: Far away from here, you badges of modesty. she cried: ‘That faithless man’s gone: what of me, now? Though the tale’s known, it’s still worth repeating. and orders Aeolus’s winds to carry them into the void. you can reply to all, and more if she asks: and what you don’t know, reply as memory prompts. The frantic Cretan girl wandered the unknown sands. the dimness of twilight. The queen left her marriage bed for woods and fields. And she who might have been forced, and escapes unscathed. woman’s role would be to take the part of the asker. and to avoid offering your words to odious ears. Should anyone here not know the art of love. lift it, and raise it carefully from the dusty earth: Straightaway, the prize for service, if she allows it. She’ll not give you away, sharing the guilt for the crime. It’s no help if the bird escapes when its wings are limed: it’s no good if the boar gets free from a loosened net. Both cases were just: for there’s no fairer law. delay the thing: then winter’s harsh, the Pleiades are here. when the raped Sabines delighted unmarried men. Ovid Translation. was held out, at his master’s orders, to be flogged. fly far from here: Chance and Venus help the daring. As ants return home often in long processions. Old Silenus, barely astride his swaybacked mule. One mode won’t suit you for every age-group: the older hinds spot a trap from further off. The next task is to make sure that she likes you: the third, to see to it that the love will last. Sacred Texts Classics Ovid Index Previous Next Buy this Book at Amazon.com. You’ll stand and exhort your troops with my words: I’ll speak of Parthian backs and Roman fronts. Don’t press her: just let her keep on reading your flattery. I am Love’s teacher as Chiron was Achilles’s. As liars by liars are rightfully deceived. Ovid: Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love) Trans. From that I suppose came the theatres’ usual customs: now too they remain a snare for the beautiful. Whoever you are, lovers everywhere, attend, with humble minds. If she won’t receive the letter, returns it un-read. Ovid, Tristia 4.10.57 10. and heavy harrow, underneath the heavens. But why fail, when there’s pleasure in new delights. an Arcadian hound turn his back on a hare. But hunt for them, especially, at the tiered theatre: that place is the most fruitful for your needs. for a note of hand – and you’re sorry you learnt to write. Neatness pleases, a body tanned from exercise: no stiff shoe-thongs, your buckles free of rust. All of Ovid's works were burned by Savonarola in Florence, Italy in 1497; an English translation of the Ars amatoria was seized by U.S. Customs in 1930. Beware of brothers, relatives, and dear friends: that crowd offers you true cause for fear. And the law-courts (who’d believe it?) in the fields: and there were nine years of drought, then Thrasius came to Busiris, and said that Jove. She fainted in terror, her next words were stifled: no sign of blood in her almost lifeless body. no youth will be caught out being lead by me. What’s this, Aeacides? Deceive deceivers: for the most part an impious tribe: let them fall themselves into the traps they’ve set. While he pursues the Bacchae, the Bacchae flee and return. She reads and won’t reply? © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. Let all lovers be pale: it’s the colour fitting for love: it suits, though fools have thought it of no value. and, delighted, held her rival’s entrails in her hand. Faults are hidden at night: every blemish is forgiven. Wine rouses courage and is fit for passion: care flies, and deep drinking dilutes it. Ovid, Ars Amatoria 3, 133- 152: what hair dress fits a woman best. one small black mark set between his horns: it the sole blemish, the rest was milky-white. Book I Part III: Search while you’re out Walking, Book I Part V: Or at the Races, or the Circus, Book I Part VII: There’s always the Dinner-Table, Book I Part VIII: And Finally There’s the Beach. Don’t think it’s hard: each think’s herself desired: the very worst take’s pleasure in her looks. Perseus brought Andromeda from darkest India. Why the basket? There Venus, from her neighbouring temples, laughs: he, who was once the counsel, now wants to be the client. as it may, let it be flicked away by your fingers: and if there’s nothing, flick away the nothing: let anything be a reason for you to serve her. Book II. he wanted, and trembled greatly in his silent heart. Just walk slowly under Pompey’s shady colonnade. Why - she weeps doesn’t she, mournfully, for a sham loss. to command the wine to bring your head no harm. O, be kinder to the ones who feign it, girls: true love will come, out of what was false. They sprang up straightaway, showing their intent by shouting. Ah, how many were tortured by an alien love! Yet often the imitator begins to love in truth. These fish are speared, those caught on a hook: others trawled in billowing nets with straining ropes. How you wish that brow of yours could bear horns! Yet the bullock’s neck is bowed beneath the yoke. There’s chance in it: even if it favours the idea. Match. and Trojan Paris snatched his girl from Greece. To win her, ask her: she only wants to be asked: give her the cause and the beginning of your longing. “Ars Amatoria” (“The Art of Love”) is a collection of 57 didactic poems (or, perhaps more accurately, a burlesque satire on didactic poetry) in three books by the Roman lyric poet Ovid, written in elegiac couplets and completed and published in 1 CE. and trembled like a light reed in a marshy pool. Now I’ll undertake to tell you what pleases her. The hunter knows where to spread nets for the stag. Perhaps she’ll struggle, and then say ‘you’re wicked’: struggling she still wants, herself, to be conquered. in both his hands, already worthy of Jupiter in his cradle. By art the boat’s set gliding, with oar and sail. deserves to lose all that were granted too. Let the joyous lover set the laurel crown upon my brow and raise me to a loftier pinnacle than Hesiod of Ascra or the blind old bard of Mæonia. Don’t trust the treacherous lamplight overmuch: night and wine can harm your view of beauty. Nec fuge linigerae Memphitica templa iuvencae: Multas illa facit, quod fuit ipsa lovi. Then no awnings hung from the marble theatre. by what arts she’s caught, itself a work of highest art. Book I Part XI: Don’t Forget Her Birthday! Dwight, 4.03–04 9. Book I Part XVII: Tears, Kisses, and Take the Lead, Book I Part XVIII: Be Pale: Be Wary of Your Friends. make the lady your first priority, her companion the next: Love should never be begun with a servant. A. S. Kline © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. and then was hidden by the covering bark: oozing those tears, that pour from the tree as fragrance. I don’t demand you set your sails, and search. then the tender Kid is merged with the ocean wave: it’s best to hold off then: then he who trusts the deep. This is the work, the labour, to have her without giving first: and she’ll go on giving, lest she lose what she’s freely given. carrying their favourite food in their mouths. with hidden words she’ll feel were spoken for her alone: and write sweet nothings in the film of wine. and sailors, need to keep an eye on the season: Seed can’t always be trusted to the furrow. that the waters of tiny sea-borne Dia showed. fresh leaves and tenderest grasses for the bull. Behold the suburban woodland temple of Diana. If you flee, to win, Parthia, what’s left for you in defeat? what place, what mountains, and what stream’s displayed. as your father to your mother, I’ll be to you.’. Cowards, don’t count the birthdays of the gods: a Caesar’s courage flowers before its time. So far, riding her unequal wheels, the Muse has taught you. Leave that to those who celebrate Cybele the Mother, Male beauty’s better for neglect: Theseus. Hold fast to the stricken fish you’ve caught on the hook: press home the attempt, don’t leave off till you’ve won. Ah it’s a crime! where the waters steam with sulphurous heat? 30 Stücke von Ovid: 12,90 E; Kontakt: spelator@gmx.de siehe auch: www.spelator.wg.vu. and supports the fire with which he is inflamed. William_f02_ Line-by-line translation of lines 1-58 of "Ars Amatoria" (Advice For Would-Be Lovers) Key Concepts: Terms in this set (57) quaerenda est oculis apta puella tuis. like the gambler who goes on losing, lest he’s finally lost. In time stubborn oxen come to the plough. is your first care: she’ll smooth your way. Hercules was a child when he crushed two serpents. Who hopes for that, hopes for apple-bearing tamarisks. But if you don’t give, always appear about to: like barren fields that always cheat the farmer. Now’s the time to speak to her: boorish modesty. Ah! Et quoniam in patria, fatis agitatus iniquis, Vivere non potui, da mihi posse mori. and said to her: ‘Why mar your tender cheeks with tears? A strong letter often causes her displeasure. THE ART OF LOVE BOOK I. The spear from Pelion’s to be brandished by this hand. Let your mistress’s birthday be one of great terror to you: that’s a black day when anything has to be given. Ovid. I don’t pick my way over sharp peaks and precipices. And the Circus brings assistance to new love. Behold! Od. It’s a mistake to think that only farmers working the fields. Provocative and light-hearted in tone, it caused offence, and was possibly a factor in, or at least an excuse for, Ovid’s later banishment by Augustus. Venus and Adonis - Josse de Pape (Belgian, 1615 - 1646) they suit love: a flame is often found in the noisy courts: where the Appian waters pulse into the air. That’s Euphrates, his brow crowned with reeds: that’ll be Tigris with the long green hair. He, who so terrified his enemies and friends. just for the cake, and how often it is her birthday, if she’s in need? Though he’s below you or beside you, let him always be served first: don’t hesitate to second whatever he says. one to be with just once, or one you might wish to keep. Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love) The Art of Love, Ars Amatoria, was written in 2AD as a series of elegies purporting to teach young men and women how to succeed in the game of lovemaking. and calls the dice back endlessly into his eager hand. Da reditum puero, senis est si gratia vilis: 30 Si non vis puero parcere, parce seni.” Dixerat haec; sed et haec et multo plura licebat Dicere: regressus non dabat ille viro. This version was published in 1930 in a 'limited' edition with sensual art deco illustrations by Jean de Bosschere. and to speak with gestures and with glances. so much the fitter am I to avenge the wounds. The seed’s often more fertile in foreign fields. the throng will give you access to her and room. The first complete Chinese translation of Ovid’s poem was Dai Wangshu’s (1905–50) 1929 Ai jing (Ars amatoria). Site also includes wide selection of works by other authors. Ovid. Simplicity: all art dispelled by the god. The man must approach first: speak the words of entreaty: she courteously receives his flattering prayers. Birds will sooner be silent in the Spring, cicadas in summer. now wreaths prepare! and as you take it, touch hers with your hand. to puff up her cushion with a dextrous touch. and swear you’re dying, crazed with love. is pleased, and finds wickedness is a tribute. Ars Amatoria: The Art of Love by Ovid, translated by J. Lewis May Book II. Ovid; Ovid, Ars Amatoria; Search the Perseus Catalog for: Editions/Translations; Author Group; View text chunked by: text: book: line; Table of Contents: Amores Epistulae (vel Heroides) Medicamina faciei femineae Ars Amatoria Liber primus Liber secundus Liber tertius Remedia amoris Click on a word to bring up parses, dictionary entries, and frequency statistics. and has plenty of true knowledge of her secret jests. Who, but a mindless fool, declaims to his sweet friend? Once steadfast you’ll conquer Penelope herself in time: you’ll see Troy captive, though it’s captured late. don’t let her sit all beautiful in the theatre row without you: what you’ll look at is the way she holds her arms. Phoenix, Amyntor’s son wept out of sightless eyes: Hippolytus was torn by his fear-maddened horses. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. and the sacred Sabbath rites of the Syrian Jews. and many made even fear itself look fitting. The avenger’s here, the leader, proclaimed, of tender years. he wounds my heart, shakes at me his burning torch. and there’ll be nothing sinful in my song. So on the sacred bed the god and his bride meet. here too, believe me, there’s an even greater crowd. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Unyoke, for surely ’tis high time, the swans that have been harnessed this long while unto my car. They say in Egypt the life-giving waters failed. knows the waters where the most fish spawn: You too, who search for the essence of lasting love. What she asks, she fears: what she doesn’t ask, she wants. I sing of safe love, permissible intrigue. New translations by A. S. Kline Amores, Ars Amatoria, Epistulae ex Ponto, Fasti, Heroides, Ibis, Medicamina Faciei Femineae, Metamorphoses, Remedia Amoris, Tristia with enhanced browsing facility, downloadable in HTML, PDF, or MS Word DOC formats. She’s also to be tried when she’s wounded, pained by a rival: make it your task then to see that she’s avenged. and that she can’t complain that you were harsh. Respiciunt, oculisque notant sibi quisque puellam 110 Quam velit, et tacito pectore multa movent. No bad breath exhaled from unwholesome mouth: don’t offend the nose like a herdsman or his flock. Your arm’s meant to bear a shield: why does the hand that will slay Hector hold the yarn? in fertility, like the crop on some rich soil. Don’t skip the Memphite temple of the linen-clad heifer: she makes many a girl what she herself was to Jove. Buy on Amazon $11.95 Translation Sheets (with Macrons) Click on the link above for a PDF with translation sheets for book 1 of the Ars Amatoria… than a woman refuse a young man’s flattering words: Even she you might think dislikes it, will like it. Ah me, it’s not safe to praise your love to a friend: if he believes your praise, he’ll steal her himself. Ovid - The Art of Love - A new complete freely downloadable English translation. Busiris told him: ‘You become Jove’s first victim, and you be the stranger to give Egypt water.’, And Phalaris roasted impetuous Perillus’s body. Cydippe was deceived by the message the apple brought. that delight in joining months, Venus’s to Mars, or if the Circus is decorated, not as before. both wild boys, both children of a goddess. But to get to know your desired-one’s maid. among their pastures and fragrant chosen meadows. Achilles was moved by prayer to grant Hector’s body to Priam: a god’s anger’s deflected by the voice of prayer. that you go on: do it, and you’ll soon get what you wish. Race-horses between races on the testing course. And no long nails, and make sure they’re dirt-free: and no hairs please, sprouting from your nostrils. She swears that she’ll be happy with it, for years. But Patroclus never disgraced Achilles’s bed: and how modest Phaedra was with Pirithous. and that mother bloodstained by her children’s murder? or wear out some long road to discover them. and the kingdom murder rules with guilty hand. Both your fathers, Mars and Caesar, grant you power: Through you one is a god, and one will be. Now the God in his chariot, wreathed with vines. It’s alright here to speak many secret things. However much you avoid it, she’ll still win: it’s. As doves flee the eagle, in a frightened crowd. Juno’s peacock shows his much-praised plumage: if you watch in silence, he’ll hide his wealth again. no voice from a heavenly bird gives me advice, I never caught sight of Clio or Clio’s sisters. But hurry, lest the sails fall and the breeze dies: anger melts away, with time, like fragile ice. Behold, now Caesar’s planning to add to our rule. Spinning’s not your work: your search for fame’s through Pallas’s other arts. or as the bees buzz through the flowers and thyme. love it when necks are patted, manes are combed. While talking, touching hands, checking the programme. can be won: you’ll win her, if you only set your snares. When hearts are glad, and nothing sad constrains them. Orion wandered pale, for Side, in the woods. Achilles hid his manhood in women’s clothes. wounded he groans, and feels the winged dart. Tiphys in Thessaly was steersman of the Argo. and those standards wickedly laid low by barbarians. Who did not find one he might love in that crowd? 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