Ovid. So how … Who could stand Andromache’s part performed by Thais? either as swift-paced trimeter, or dragging its last foot. by their masters: each of you, thank the rod that frees. and it’s there the young men pray they might forget. When tears are over, and the sorrowful spirit’s done. He spoke, and had, from her, much solace for the first girl. A Clarendon Press Publication. Expect to be enlightened, by my warnings, very briefly. She might ask you to come: go on the night agreed: you’ve come, and the door is locked: well endure it. The door’s wide open? 18903 2011, 2019 Philipp Reclam jun. The public champion, I lighten hearts constrained by their masters: each of you, thank the rod that frees. it can still teach you a great deal by example. Give Pasiphae to me, then, surely, she’d lose her love for the bull: Give me Phaedra: Phaedra’s shameful love will vanish. torment himself with the whole sum he’s borrowed: who has a hard-hearted father, though his other prayers prosper. till you’re quite overwhelmed, and abundance destroys love. a single hook’s not enough in clear water: Who long ago arranged a double solace for himself. Don’t let the cause be known why you prefer divorce: don’t say what grieves you: just grieve silently the while. don’t wear your toga free to catch her eye. Legerat huius Amor titulum nomenque libelli: 'Bella mihi, video, bella parantur' ait. till the ashes have lost their power with their flame. Behold, the fleeing Parthian, fresh cause of a great triumph. One anchor’s not enough to hold a well-waxed hull. Her speech is barbarous? there’s no need to give them, all in my opinion. Tell her to keep the gifts you gave her, without any ruling: But if some chance brings you together again. In Ovid: Works …by a mock recantation, the Remedia amoris, also a burlesque of an established genre, which can have done little to make amends for the Ars.The possibilities for exploiting love-elegy were now effectively exhausted, and Ovid turned to new types of … to another’s judgement will seem a crime. It’s a good idea to quench fierce flames. is either still in love, or finds it hard to leave off being sorry. but, compared with those beside her, Venus won. would not have deserved to become a bird for his crime. don’t let your heart be slave to your failings. Don’t let her be too pleased with herself, nor have the power. Be there unexpectedly, safe, you catch her defenceless: But it’s still not safe to trust in this rule too much: since true beauty without art beguiles many. For you might have used naked arrows with which to war: but your shafts are free of deadly blood. Others fought the long battles with Troy: Greece had sent over all her fighting men. nor the River Allia noted for its losses. of agriculture. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. Although this manuscript dates several centuries after Dante, it still follows the same format as earlier manuscripts. Liber I: Liber II: Liber III: Liber IV: Liber V: Liber VI: Liber VII: Liber VIII: Liber IX One man who saw the sexual organs on a naked body. Remedia Amoris (Love's Remedy or The Cure for Love) [c. 2 AD] is an 814-line poem in Latin by Roman poet Ovid.. Who can have read your songs, in safety, Tibullus. seed that the field will return to you with interest. IN OVID'S REMEDIAAMORIS MARY H. T. DAVISSON I As PART OF HIS EFFORT to help the "recovering lover" avoid a relapse, the praeceptor of the Remedia Amoris warns his pupil to stay away from his former girlfriend: alter, sipossis, orbis habendus erit (630). so Venus loves idleness: you who seek to end love. With me as leader, quench your ruinous sorrows: let ship and crew sail true, with me as leader. This is your quicksand of Syrtes: Acroceraunia’s living Cape: here fatal Charybdis spews out the water she sucks in. lying stretched out so often at her door! And I’m not sure some such doesn’t sound in my songs too. Don’t re-read the letters you’ve kept from your sweet girl: re-reading letters shakes the steadfast heart. You’ll find little pots and a thousand coloured things. Any care will give way to those cares. Greek and Roman Arabic Germanic 19th-Century American Renaissance Richmond Times Italian Poetry. Remedia Amoris (Love's Remedy or The Cure for Love) is a 814 line poem in Latin by the Roman poet Ovid. This collection of essays on Ovid's corpus of erotodidactic poetry from an international contingent of Ovidian scholars finds its origins in a major conference held at the University of Manchester in 2002. that you think makes love least likely, and becoming. Now, too, when you believe you could be free, stay on. it’s not enough for you to leave the girl. quit it: and you’ll be the cause of no one’s funeral. And, in Briseis’s abduction, it was this Achilles cried for. It’s not easy to restrain the bull that’s seen the heifer. ‘She’s had this and that, but she’s not satisfied with plunder: the greedy girl’s given the household gods notice to quit. The Art of Love: Bimillennial Essays on Ovid's Ars Amatoria and Remedia Amoris Steven Green Abstract. I’m certain Sappho made me sweeter on my lover. Put them all in the fierce flames (you’ll hate to do it), and say: ‘Let this be the funeral pyre for my passion.’. P. OVIDI NASONIS REMEDIA AMORIS Legerat huius Amor titulum nomenque libelli: 'Bella mihi, video, bella parantur' ait. till love’s truly vanished from your empty heart. and disgusted you’ve no pleasure in her house. Either you try, if you can, to quench a fire at the start. Italian onions, or the ones they send you, from the shores of Libya. if she’d not been harmed by Helen, her Spartan rival. What to do? and everyone can learn by his own example. Crush the evil germs of sudden illness while they’re young. Thracian girl, I wish you’d not been so alone then: the trees. and cheat watchful husbands by whatever art: and now let the lover who’s shut out, speak flatteringly. ), P. Ovidi Nasonis Amores, Medicamina Faciei Femineae, Ars Amatoria, Remedia Amoris (Oxford 1994). love gives way to business: be busy, you’ll be safe. And I’d rather you were silent than say that you’ve left off: he who says: ‘I’m not in love’, too often, is. Demand the use of song, if the girl’s bereft of voice: make her dance if she doesn’t know how to move her hands. Now you need my weapons: here, brave man’s a fight: Penthesilea’s to be conquered by your spear. to despise you: be brave, so she gives way to your bravery. Althaea’s brand set Meleager, her absent son, on fire: will you give false words to the flames reluctantly? For many modern readers the Ars amatoria is Ovid’s masterpiece, a brilliant medley of social and personal satire, vignettes of Roman life and manners, and charming mythological digressions. If you’ve regrets, and moderate emotions touch your heart. Indeed I’ve taught, as well, by what art you can be won. There’s a night agreed? Ovid Edited by E. J. Kenney. Amores, Medicamina Faciei Femineae, Ars Amatoria, Remedia Amoris. was only a slip at first that had been planted: then a hand could pluck it from the topsoil: now by its growth it stands, in all its immense power. Beginning with an informed and informative description and introduction by Professor Graves Haydon Thompson, 'Ovid: Ars Amatoria/Remedia Amoris' is a superbly presented text of Ovid's Ars Amatoria presented in a three section: Liber Primus; Liber Secundus; and Liber Tertius. Who’d stop a mother weeping, unless he’s mad. while I seemed so, I gave my conquered eyes to sleep: I’ve laughed at one caught, who pretended to himself he was in love. Let him who’ll die of wretched passion unless he quits it. though, unhappy man, you’re roasting in the midst of Etna. With me in charge no spirits will be ordered from their graves. Indeed it’s said that when he wished to leave. Fear, lest the new-born grapes are scorched. at least now a fresh love is to be contrived for you. And if you want to know what she’s doing, still, don’t ask: endure! He who calls to mind his ills, kills love: the god gives more or less of those to all. and creates healthy crops from what were shoots. or, what greedy fish might swallow with eager jaws. This is Julian May's translation of Ovid's 'erotic' works: The Amores (the Loves), Ars Amatoria (the Art of Love), Remedia Amoris (The Cure for Love) and the fragmentary Medicamina Faciei Feminae (Women's Facial Cosmetics).This version was published in 1930 in a 'limited' edition with sensual art deco illustrations by Jean de Bosschere. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. [1], Ovid's goal was to provide, for men and women alike, advice on how to escape safely from an unhappy love affair - emotional bondage - without falling into the tragic ends of such legendary figures as Dido or Medea. so the tree hardly bears the weight it carries. Suffer enough: you’ll be eloquent yourself. Lover of Peace, you earn dislike for such hateful death. sweet Cydippe’s not for your mouth Homer. so you’ll become, in truth, what you are studying to be. Although this manuscript dates several centuries after Dante, it still follows the same format as earlier manuscripts. Saepe tepent alii … This pursuit or that, till you forget your passion, You only need to journey far, though strong chains. Some people are barely relieved by sharp knives: while herbs and juices are a help to many. Die Remedia amoris (manchmal remediorum amoris liber unus genannt, dt.Heilmittel gegen die Liebe) sind ein Werk des römischen Dichters Ovid, das an sein Werk Ars amatoria anschließt. If the moment for early help’s been lost, however. Why weep, so annoyingly, old man? What use, Medea, to you were herbs of Colchis. If anyone thinks he can be helped by harmful herbs. 'Parce tuum vatem sceleris damnare, Cupido, Tradita qui toties te duce signa tuli. Imagine in that lair are Lotos-eaters, Sirens: He also, who once grieved you with excessive rivalry. having hastened your steps to your lady in the dawn. when he could descend the current obliquely. might not have wept for Phyllis, by shedding their leaves. Stop struggling: let your sails be brought before the wind. You, be content with these tears, with no guilt for death: it’s not fitting for your torch to plunge beneath greedy pyres.’. Now I’ll speak openly, about what I should offer, regarding. You ask what made Aegisthus an adulterer? Agamemnon witnessed it (what did he not see, in fact, he who was in command of all the Greeks?). For if I’m king, and no girl sleeps beside me, then it’s right, that impudent Thersites take my kingship.’. and as well as Callimachus, you Philetas do harm. where the tide calls, let your oars travel too. 445 Grandia per multos tenuantur flumina rivos, Saevaque diducto stipite flamma perit. and is possessed by hatred for my words of advice. and not one of my arts had the least success. and before your eyes place every hurt you’ve had. or when it dies down, through its own violence: while passion’s in full flow, give way to the rush of passion: all of us find approaching its onrush difficult. – 17 A.D.) METAMORPHOSES. Not till Paris snatched her, did you miss your spouse: through another’s love your own increased. Let your swift mind encompass what it is that you love. and Anacreon’s Muse gave out no rigid rules. take away all vigour, without damaging the heart: That Boy’s accustomed to following idleness: he hates the busy: There are the courts, the laws, the friends you might defend: make your way through the splendid camp of city togas. the grandfather’s bull won’t scare the nephew’s horses. Drag the … than suddenly: slowly abandon it, you’ll be safe. when the illness has grown stronger through delay. and play the gentle mistress, as she decides. or the boar’s brought down, stabbed by your hostile spear. and splashing water rouses a huge thirst. retreated in shame from her conquering sister Phoebe. a pedlar has nights with her, she won’t give me!’. Conceal your advantage: what’s not declared will be: the bird avoids the net that’s too apparent. Every love’s defeated by a fresh successor. and yet they weren’t, if the truth be told. Non ego Tydides, a quo tua saucia mater In liquidum rediit aethera Martis equis. But you’re in too much of a hurry: if I live you’ll be more than sorry: many poems, in fact, are forming in my mind. Envy disparages the genius of mighty Homer: because of it Zoilus the critic (who was he?) Ovid’s Art of Love (Ars Amatoria) and its sequel Remedies for Love (Remedia Amoris) are among the most notorious poems of the ancient world. Agamemnon said: ‘There’s one Briseis, close to her in beauty. Now, though you still hate him, you should certainly greet him: as soon as you can kiss him you’ll be cured. at her son’s grave? a girl, and you don’t think you’re going to touch one for years. in order for your love to be distracted, in twin directions. or the ones that come from Megara, every one will do you harm. Take as much as you want, where your initial pleasure can end: after the first the next will be much more sluggish. water permeates from a stream flowing nearby: Hidden love permeates, if you don’t depart your lover: and in this we’re all an ingenious crowd. to the illness later, it won’t be abandoned by me. from the summit of her tower, as they set sail: nor would pain have armed Medea against her children. Don’t the swarm fly, when you smoke them out. Publius Ovidius Naso (20 March 43 BCE – CE 17/18), known as Ovid (/ˈɒvɪd/) in the English-speaking world, was a Roman poet best known for the Metamorphoses, a 15-book continuous mythological narrative written in the meter of epic, and for collections of love poetry in elegiac couplets, especially the Amores ("Love Affairs") and Ars Amatoria ("Art of Love"). I also urge you to have two girls at once. considered those shameful tokens, in the stained bed. If you take away idleness, Cupid’s bow’s unstrung. Don’t just compare the face, but their characters and skills: so long as love doesn’t cloud your judgement. accustomed to: and don’t adorn the same functions. I who rushed to drive off the nascent illness. He’s a foolish swimmer, who fights against the stream. Ovid survives in his poetry (his tragedy Medea is lost), the most important of which, in probable order of composition, are: Amores (c. 20 b.c.e. So whoever you are who call for help from my art. And you can: only have the will to hold on: go hard now. She swore to me, and, having sworn so, deceived me. (ed. and she can be called ‘naive’, if she’s too honest. Grafting comes: make a branch adopt a branch. 1491 and 1498. found : ISTC io00198500 (De remedio amoris, betw. P. OVIDI NASONIS REMEDIA AMORIS. Houses are barely defended from a neighbouring fire: it’s best to keep away from places nearby. by which she often took her way to the shore. By chance I took on one young client: a litter held the wife: his every word was bristling with cruel threats. and gone the way she went, nine times, more often. he relapsed, he’d come among some passionate lovers. At the right time he binds the cut grasses. The farmer picks ripe grapes at the right time. Not infrequently into an arid place with parched soil. Vitricus et gladiis et acuta dimicet hasta, Et victor multa caede cruentus eat: Tu cole maternas, tuto quibus utimur, artes, 30 Et quarum vitio nulla fit orba parens. let him have that hard-hearted father before his eyes: This poor man living with an ill-dowered wife. However, it was undoubtedly his three major collections of erotic poetry: Heroids, Amores and Ars Amatoria that were really celebrated. Myrrha , if you’d realised sooner what sins you’d begun. So when you’re headed for bed and youthful labour. and the sound and waving limbs of the troupe. Love’s also lasting when mistrust feeds it: if you seek to relinquish it, relinquish fear. Minos quenched the fires of Pasiphae in Procris: Cleopatra, Phineus’s first wife, left, conquered by Idaea. We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. Ovid, Remedia amoris, followed by two series of short poems by Pseudo-Vergil and Johannes Fabri de Werdea. And Oenone would have held Paris, to the end of time. Sweet Boy, I’ve not betrayed you or my art. Ovid was one of the most prolific poets of his time, and before being banished had already composed his most famous poems – Heroides, Amores, Ars Amatoria, Remedia Amoris, Medicamina Faciei Femineae, his lost tragedy Medea, the ambitious Metamorphoses, and the Fasti. ): Selections from the Ars amatoria and Remedia amoris of Ovid, Hampden-Sydney, 1952 you’d not have hidden your face with tree-bark. Ovid. As usual, Tiber’s waters will run down to the sea: as usual, the Moon will ride on snow-white horses. And a little viper may kill a vast bull with its bite: the boar is often gripped by a not very large hound. By wind a fire is fed, by wind it is extinguished: light breezes fan the flames, heavier gusts will kill them. See the branches bowed with the weight of apples. To save your body, you’ll endure fire and steel. By using my art, Tereus, when Philomela charmed him. and cruel Love presses your neck beneath his foot? This is Julian May's translation of Ovid's 'erotic' works: The Amores (the Loves), Ars Amatoria (the Art of Love), Remedia Amoris (The Cure for Love) and the fragmentary Medicamina Faciei Feminae (Women's Facial Cosmetics).This version was published in 1930 in a 'limited' edition with sensual art deco illustrations by Jean de Bosschere. and Troy not conquered to fall at the hands of Greeks. (ed. You too, who relate the reason why your love ended. Fear too much seclusion, with Phyllis as your example. more resolutely, and ride your course out, poet. Behold, the goats seek the rocks and steep boulders: soon they’ll bring back full udders for their kids: The shepherd blows a melody on his reed pipes. Around 1 b.c.. or a.d. 2, he wrote the Ars Amatoria (Art of Love), Medicamina Faciei Femineae (Makeup for a Women’s Face), and the Remedia Amoris (Remedies of Love). that there’s nothing they think unbecoming to them. Let smooth-tongued Elegy sing Cupids with their quivers. Ovid begins this treatise as agreeably as he has done the others, and, indeed, his invention is so fruitful that he never wants grace. Why grieve, Menelaus? For many modern readers the Ars amatoria is Ovid’s masterpiece, a brilliant medley of social and personal satire, vignettes of Roman life and manners, and charming mythological digressions. No new Troy rises here. Phoebus, source of the power of medicine and song, may your laurel help me, I beg of you, as I begin, Now I’m happy, and my enthusiasm for fame grows with my esteem: my stallion’s panting for the start of the climb. Yours is the nurturing of doctor and poet alike: the protection of both falls to your care. Certainly I’d have taken her, and I’m no wiser than him: For he swore by his sceptre Briseis was untouched. Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library, Yale University. Halt its beginnings: it’s too late for the doctor to be called. will be there before your eyes, so like herself. Still, deceive yourself as well, don’t let there be a plan. 2016 OVID Napa Valley Tasting Notes “Words traced by my fingers, words written in wine.” – Publius Ovidius Naso • Remedia Amoris • line 34. Why should any lover hang from a high beam. Country matters too delight the spirit, and the study. from that trifle: amongst whom I was one. Then too order all the windows to be opened. He’s his own best liberator who snaps the chains. Let love fail, and, vanishing, dissolve into thin air. Perhaps you’ll be sorry to leave your fathers’ home: but all the same you’ll leave: then want to return: not your father’s home but love for your little friend. full of vines? as the waves beat on the rocks from every side. So that part is worth more than the body. When you’ve done all that, for you still to reach dry land. Dido, as she died, would not have watched the Trojan ships. Meanwhile the secret flames creep into our heart. Oxford Classical Texts Now hunt the headlong hare with keen-scented dog. The 20th C generally took a more positive view, This page was last edited on 11 October 2020, at 07:14. Though you’re called to, pass by. when she’s smearing her cheeks with blended potions. Sleep at night, not desire for girls, welcomes the weary man. and a mother complains the loss of her calf. And she can be called ‘pert’, who’s not naive. There’s an ancient shrine by the Colline Gate: Venus of high Eryx gives her name to the shrine: Lethean Love lives there, who heals the heart. Those cosmetics smell like your table, Phineus: more than once they’ve made my stomach sick. Ovid. let him believe his wife has harmed his fate. 343). and prevent your horse’s gallop at the start. Make her walk up and down: Her chest’s all breasts? It’s not easy if you’re hungry to hold back from a laid table. It is known that since his own lifetime, he was already famous and criticized. but he did not think the sceptre was a god. It’s you, who love, and can scarcely forget your loving. Remedia Amoris (Love's Remedy or The Cure for Love) [c. 2 AD] is an 814-line poem in Latin by Roman poet Ovid. 'Ovid Ars Amatoria/Remedia Amoris' is strongly recommended as a core addition to personal and academic library Latin Language Studies reference collections and a curriculum supplement text. Quotations from the Ars come from Kenney, E.J. Soon you’ll say your holy prayers to the shrine of the poet. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. And who can call my suggestions difficult? She went as the Thracian Bacchae go, marking the festival. If her teeth are bad, relate what she’ll laugh at: Her eyes are sensitive? It is known that since his own lifetime, he was already famous and criticized. Report what makes her cry. and her words were spoken punctuated by sobs. and bring back twin trophies to your native gods. This work is done: hang garlands on my weary prow: I’ve reached the port for which my course was set. It’s not hard to do: few truthful girls confess even to themselves. Who’s silent is strong: who pours abuse on his girl. Don’t hope for rain, or a foreign Sabbath, to delay you. then grief can be given expression in words. You see how the collar at first chafes new bullocks. She’ll soon drop her disdain, when she sees your indifference: this too’s a gift you’ll gather from my art. those few can attack my work as much as they like. hunting birds, but fallen into his own net. 10 Emprestamos a expressão de G. B. Conte ( o p. cit. Believe me he didn’t cry in vain: the son of Atreus took her. Remedia Amoris / The Cure For Love by Ovid; Hello Cherubs - A New Splash Page Graphic Added; Antique Stained Glass Sundials; Happy Nowruz !! What pleasure for a tepid heart to be rekindled by memory? and what was passion before, is now reason. the long road, give you a hundred solaces for your cares. ‘Faithless Demophoon!’ She cried to the dumb waves. Ovid's Remedia amoris was composed after Book 3 of the Ars amatoria and hence also after all the Amores (whose second edi-tion is mentioned in Ars 3. You should only fight in strength, and assemble. Often they’re defendants, and still love: while no dispute. said: ‘It’s war, you declare against me, I see, it’s war’. The zithers, and lutes and lyres unman you. Now let your rivals come to mind, now the lover’s hard threshold. Indeed you may even inflame and provoke the disease. Behold, there’s still your diet, to complete all the doctor’s duties. Manly warfare rejoices to be told in Homeric measure: what place can there be in that for our delights? Or admire the youthful service of blood-drenched Mars: then you’ll turn your back on your delights. hiding a curved hook under a little bait. Ovid's works have been interpreted in various ways over the centuries with attitudes that depended on the social, religious and literary contexts of different times. So approach your lady’s presence (don’t let modesty deter you). In Remedia Amoris and more specifically in the introducon, it seems that God “Amor” has the first role in the poem due to the fact that the writer wants his permission to start the process of writing. or fright the quivering deer with motley scares. Read my works: But if my suggestions have value, if Apollo. and yet I might be thought worthy of being your wife. Legerat huius Amor titulum nomenque libelli: “Bella mihi, video, bella parantur” ait. Ask for the lyre. ), accept my advice from the City. Publius Ovidius Naso (20 March 43 BCE – CE 17/18), known as Ovid (/ˈɒvɪd/) in the English-speaking world, was a Roman poet best known for the Metamorphoses, a 15-book continuous mythological narrative written in the meter of epic, and for collections of love poetry in elegiac couplets, especially the Amores ("Love Affairs") and Ars Amatoria ("Art of Love"). Ovid was a conspicuous success as a student of rhetoric at Rome, went on a tour of Greece, and held at least one minor magistracy in Rome, before turning to poetry as a full-time occupation. The 2016 vintage was one of relief. I speak unwillingly now: don’t touch the tender poets! and if you ask me now, too, what I do, I love. Remedia Amoris ("An Kur rag Kerensa"), unn lyver. long ago was victor on the highest summit. Then too, whatever talents your woman lacks. In the immediate context, the Let Phaedra lose her wealth, you’ll spare Hippolytus, Neptune. Hortor et, ut pariter binas habeatis amicas (Fortior est, plures siquis habere potest): Secta bipertito cum mens discurrit utroque, Alterius vires subtrahit alter amor. Saepe tepent alii … It is known that since his own lifetime, he was already famous and criticized. The Cures for Love, Remedia Amoris, is a companion piece to the Art of Love, suggesting ways of evading the pain of love, and ending relationships. Don’t comb your hair because you’re going to meet her. That’s not the place to admonish her. RECLAMS UNIVERSAL-BIBLIOTHEK Nr. and ancient love’s settled in the captive breast, the greater the work that remains: but because I’ve been called. Palinurus slips from the ship in mid-ocean: You who love, beware lonely places, lonely places are harmful! So, from Agamemnon’s example, take up with new flames. So don’t drink at all, or drink so much your cares all vanish: if it’s anywhere between the two it’s bound to do you harm. … A Poetry Channel 205 views. your sexual practice: love must be wholly driven away. and could do without your bride for all that while. Part II: Treat it Early: Fill Your Time with War or Law, Part III: You Can Also Farm, Hunt, or Travel. But you, whoever you are, whom my licence offends. Easier work, but still work, is capturing birds. who am a goddess, daughter of the mighty Sun. but what has no benefit on its own, is useful in numbers. or you, Propertius, whose work was Cynthia alone? and the interval will have done you nothing but harm. Because of that, night’s sadder than the daylight: your crowd of friends missing, who might ease the gloom. If you can do, you should find another sphere. if you’re wise, consider everything in context. But since it charms us to cull the fruits of Venus, we always say: ‘the same could happen tomorrow.’. Remedia amoris est carmen didacticum a poetaPublio Ovidio Nasone distichis elegiacis compositum. P. OVIDIVS NASO (43 B.C. she be returned, and she was received by her father’s house. and the tree stands there concealed by strange foliage. Ovid was also the author of a lost tragedy, Medea. of which the criticism is my Muse is insolent. Ovid authored numerous small pieces; the Remedia Amoris, the Medicamina Faciei Femineae, and the long curse-poem Ibis (Ovid). and keep your eyes fixed all the time on those faults. shouldn’t die, if he understands the help that’s in my art. by the cold, shade by sun, water’s welcome in a drought. by denying it, if it’s not applied at the proper moment. and note her worst features in broad daylight. Another man was already cured: being near harmed him: he couldn’t bear any meeting with his mistress. Unless Apollo, the patron of our work, deceives the poet. but fly: the Parthian flying from the enemy’s safe. STAY BUSY—DON’T BE IDLE. So, if you don’t avoid whatever reawakens love. and let your judgement fall a little short. When once you’ve gone, the countryside, your comrades.
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