Amores

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Amores Ovid 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D

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İngilizce Latince

Şiir 14

I us'd to warn you, not with so much care,

And waste of ointment, to adorn your hair:

That warning now is useless, you have none,

And with your hair that trouble too is gone.

Where are the silken tresses, which adown 5

Your shoulders hung? A web was never spun

So fine, but, ah! those flowing curls are gone.

Ah fatal art! ah fatal care, and pains!

That robb'd me of the dearest of my chains.

Nor of a black, nor of a golden hue 10

They were, but of a dye between the two.

How could you hurt, or poison with perfume,

Those curls that were so easy to the comb?

That to no pains expos'd you, when you set

Their shining tresses for young hearts a net? 15

That ne'er provok'd you with your maids to war,

For hurting you with your entangled hair?

You ne'er were urg'd to some indecent fray,

Nor in a fury snatch'd the comb away.

The teeth ne'er touch'd you, and her constant care, 20

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