|1.||Love And War||12/7/2003|
|3.||The Art Of Love: Book Two||1/3/2003|
|4.||Metamorphoses: Book The First||1/13/2003|
|6.||In Summer's Heat||4/7/2010|
|7.||Elegy For Tibullus||12/6/2003|
|8.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth||1/13/2003|
|9.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh||1/13/2003|
|11.||Metamorphoses: Book The Third||1/13/2003|
|12.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fourteenth||1/13/2003|
|13.||Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh||1/13/2003|
|14.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth||1/13/2003|
|15.||Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth||1/13/2003|
|16.||Metamorphoses: Book The Tenth||1/13/2003|
|17.||Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth||1/13/2003|
|18.||Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth||1/13/2003|
|19.||Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth||1/13/2003|
|20.||Pygmalion And The Statue||4/7/2010|
|21.||Metamorphosis Viii, 611-724||1/20/2003|
|22.||Seeing Thou Art Fair||4/7/2010|
|24.||Salmacis And Hermaphroditus||4/7/2010|
|25.||To His Mistress||4/7/2010|
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,
the zealous lover will follow her anywhere.
He'll cross the glowering mountains, the rivers ...
In summer's heat and mid-time of the day
To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,
One window shut, the other open stood,
Which gave such light, as twinkles in a wood,
Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun,
Or night being past, and yet not day begun.
Such light to shamefast maidens must be shown,
Where they must sport, and seem to be unknown.
Then came Corinna in a long loose gown,