|1.||To His Mistress||4/7/2010|
|2.||Salmacis And Hermaphroditus||4/7/2010|
|3.||Seeing Thou Art Fair||4/7/2010|
|5.||Metamorphosis Viii, 611-724||1/20/2003|
|6.||Pygmalion And The Statue||4/7/2010|
|7.||Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth||1/13/2003|
|8.||Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth||1/13/2003|
|9.||Metamorphoses: Book The Tenth||1/13/2003|
|10.||Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth||1/13/2003|
|11.||Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth||1/13/2003|
|12.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth||1/13/2003|
|13.||Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh||1/13/2003|
|14.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fourteenth||1/13/2003|
|15.||Metamorphoses: Book The Third||1/13/2003|
|16.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh||1/13/2003|
|17.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth||1/13/2003|
|18.||Elegy For Tibullus||12/6/2003|
|20.||The Art Of Love: Book Two||1/3/2003|
|21.||Metamorphoses: Book The First||1/13/2003|
|22.||In Summer's Heat||4/7/2010|
|23.||Love And War||12/7/2003|
But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;
I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.
Yet holding her I was limp, and nothing happened at all:
I just lay there, a disgraceful load for her bed.
I wanted it, she did too; and yet no pleasure came
from the part of my sluggish loins that should bring joy.
The girl entwined her ivory arms around my neck
(her arms were whiter than the Sithonian snows) ,
and gave me greedy kisses, thrusting her fluttering tongue,
and laid her eager thigh against my thigh,
and whispering fond words, called ...
Love And War
Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:
I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.
Youth is fit for war, and also fit for Venus.
Imagine an aged soldier, an elderly lover!
A general looks for spirit in his brave soldiery;
a pretty girl wants spirit in her companions.
Both stay up all night long, and each sleeps on the ground;
one guards his mistress's doorway, one his general's.
The soldier's lot requires far journeys; send his girl,