Amores

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

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İngilizce Latince

Şiir 4

And if I chance to meet a forward fair,

I'm taken with her frank and easy air:

I figure to myself a thousand charms,

A thousand raptures in her wanton arms.

If, like the damsels of the Sabine race, 25

She's rude, I look upon it as grimace;

That sullen as she seems at first, 'tis art,

That I the more may prize the conquest or her heart.

New joys, if she's a wit, I hope to find;

And with her body, to possess her mind: 30

If foolish, I in that can see no harm,

And in her very folly find a charm.

I know a maid so very fond, and dull,

To me she thinks Callimachus a fool.

I soon am pleas'd with one that's pleas'd with me, 35

Alike we in our taste and wish agree:

But if the fair my verses don't approve,

I bragging tell her, she will like my love;

If with her tongue, or with her heel she's brisk,

Her prattle pleases, and her gamesome frisk; 40

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