|1.||Metamorphosis Viii, 611-724||1/20/2003|
|2.||Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth||1/13/2003|
|3.||Metamorphoses: Book The Tenth||1/13/2003|
|4.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fourteenth||1/13/2003|
|5.||Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth||1/13/2003|
|6.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth||1/13/2003|
|7.||Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth||1/13/2003|
|8.||Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth||1/13/2003|
|9.||Metamorphoses: Book The Third||1/13/2003|
|10.||Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh||1/13/2003|
|11.||Salmacis And Hermaphroditus||4/7/2010|
|12.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth||1/13/2003|
|13.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh||1/13/2003|
|14.||Pygmalion And The Statue||4/7/2010|
|15.||Seeing Thou Art Fair||4/7/2010|
|17.||To His Mistress||4/7/2010|
|19.||Elegy For Tibullus||12/6/2003|
|21.||Metamorphoses: Book The First||1/13/2003|
|22.||The Art Of Love: Book Two||1/3/2003|
|23.||In Summer's Heat||4/7/2010|
|25.||Love And War||12/7/2003|
Comments about Ovid
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 ...
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