Ovid (43 BCE - 17 CE / Rome / Italy)
Poems of Ovid
|2.||Elegy for Tibullus||12/6/2003|
|4.||In Summer's Heat||4/7/2010|
|5.||Love and War||12/7/2003|
|7.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth||1/13/2003|
|8.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh||1/13/2003|
|9.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth||1/13/2003|
|10.||Metamorphoses: Book The First||1/13/2003|
|11.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fourteenth||1/13/2003|
|12.||Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth||1/13/2003|
|13.||Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh||1/13/2003|
|14.||Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth||1/13/2003|
|15.||Metamorphoses: Book The Tenth||1/13/2003|
|16.||Metamorphoses: Book The Third||1/13/2003|
|17.||Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth||1/13/2003|
|18.||Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth||1/13/2003|
|19.||Metamorphosis VIII, 611-724||1/20/2003|
I don't ask you to be faithful - you're beautiful, after all -
but just that I be spared the pain of knowing.
I make no stringent demands that you should really be chaste,
but only that you try to cover up.
If a girl can claim to be pure, it's the same as being pure:
it's only admitted vice that makes for scandal.
What madness, to confess by day what's wrapped in night,
and what you've done in secret, openly tell!
The hooker, about to bed some Roman off the street