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|
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,