: A Commonplace Book of Thoughts Memories and Fancies. 2nd ed. by Jameson Mrs Anna - Ethics; Quotations; Commonplace books; Art and literature

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Translator: Henry T. Riley

THE AMORES;

or, AMOURS

Literally Translated into English Prose, with Copious Notes, by Henry T. Riley

BOOK THE FIRST.

AN EPIGRAM ON THE AMOURS.

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

Behold! Corinna came, clothed in a tunic hanging loose, her flowing hair covering her white neck.

The rest, who knows not? Wearied, we both reclined. May such a midday often prove my lot.

Am I mistaken? Or did the door-posts creak with the turning hinge, and did the shaken door give the jarring signal? Yes, I am mistaken; the door was shaken by the boisterous wind. Ah me! how far away has that gust borne my hopes! Boreas, if well thou dost keep in mind the ravished Orithyia, come hither, and with thy blast beat open this relentless door. 'Tis silence throughout all the City; damp with the glassy dew, the hours of the night pass on; from the door-post strike away the bar.

|Put my hands in manacles , if any friend of mine is present, until all my frenzy has departed. For frenzy has raised my rash arms against my mistress; hurt by my frantic hand, the fair is weeping. In such case could I have done an injury even to my dear parents, or have given unmerciful blows to even the hallowed Gods. Why; did not Ajax, too, the owner of the sevenfold shield, slaughter the flocks that he had caught along the extended plains? And did Orestes, the guilty avenger of his father, the punisher of his mother, dare to ask for weapons against the mystic Goddesses?

And could I then tear her tresses so well arranged; and were not her displaced locks unbecoming to my mistress? Even thus was she beauteous; in such guise they say that the daughter of Schoeneus pursued the wild beasts of Maenalus with her bow. 'Twere more fitting for her face to be pale from the impress of kisses, and for her neck to bear the marks of the toying teeth.

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