|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|
|19.||In Summer's Heat||4/7/2010|
|21.||The Art Of Love: Book Two||1/3/2003|
|22.||Metamorphoses: Book The First||1/13/2003|
|25.||Love And War||12/7/2003|
Comments about Ovid
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 ...
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