The Amores; or, Amours

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Ovid. The Amores; or, Amours

BOOK THE FIRST

ELEGY I

ELEGY II

ELEGY III

ELEGY IV

ELEGY V

ELEGY VI

ELEGY VII

ELEGY VIII

ELEGY IX

ELEGY X

ELEGY XI

ELEGY XII

ELEGY XIII

ELEGY XIV

ELEGY XV

BOOK THE SECOND

ELEGY I

ELEGY II

ELEGY III

ELEGY IV

ELEGY V

ELEGY VI

ELEGY VII

ELEGY VIII

ELEGY IX

ELEGY X

ELEGY XI

ELEGY XII

ELEGY XIII

ELEGY XIV

ELEGY XV

ELEGY XVI

ELEGY XVII

ELEGY XVIII

ELEGY XIX

BOOK THE THIRD

ELEGY I

ELEGY II

ELEGY III

ELEGY IV

ELEGY V

ELEGY VI

ELEGY VII

ELEGY VIII

ELEGY IX

ELEGY X

ELEGY XI

ELEGY XII

ELEGY XIII

ELEGY XIV

ELEGY X

FOOTNOTES BOOK ONE:

FOOTNOTES BOOK TWO:

FOOTNOTES BOOK THREE:

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We who of late were five books 001 of Naso, are now but three: this work our author has preferred to the former one. Though it should 002 now be no pleasure to thee to read us; still, the labour will be less, the two being removed.

Thus was I complaining; when, at once, his quiver loosened, 009 he selected the arrows made for my destruction; and he stoutly bent upon his knee the curving bow, and said, "Poet, receive a subject on which to sing." Ah wretched me! unerring arrows did that youth possess. I burn; and in my heart, hitherto disengaged, does Love hold sway. Henceforth, in six feet 010 let my work commence; in five let it close. Farewell, ye ruthless wars, together with your numbers. My Muse, 011 to eleven feet destined to be attuned, bind with the myrtle of the sea shore thy temples encircled with their yellow locks.

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In fine, whatever the fair any person approves of in all the City, to all these does my passion aspire.

Away with thee, quivered Cupid: no passion is of a value so great, that it should so often be my extreme wish to die. It is my wish to die, as oft as I call to mind your guilt. Fair one, born, alas! to be a never-ceasing cause of trouble! It is no tablets rubbed out 339 that discover your doings; no presents stealthily sent reveal your criminality. Oh! would that I might so accuse you, that, after all, I could not convict you! Ah wretched me! and why is my case so stare? Happy the man who boldly dares to defend the object which he loves; to whom his mistress is able to say, "I have done nothing wrong." Hard-hearted is he, and too much does he encourage his own grief, by whom a blood-stained victory is sought in the conviction of the accused.

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