Amores

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

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İngilizce Latince

Şiir 12

Io Triumphe! I have won the prize,

For in my arms the fair Corinna lies.

Nor jealous husband, nor a guardian's care,

Nor door defended with a double bar,

Could fence against a lover's artifice, 5

For in my arms the fair Corinna lies.

With reason of my victory I boast,

The conquest gain'd, and yet no blood is lost;

I scal'd no walls, I pass'd no ditch profound,

Safe were my wars, and all without a wound. 10

My only work a charming girl to gain;

The pleasure well rewards the little pain.

Ten years the Greeks did in one siege employ,

But levell'd were, at length, the walls of Troy;

What glory was there by th' Atrides won, 15

So many chiefs before a single town!

Not thus did I my pleasant toils pursue,

And the whole glory to myself is due;

Myself was horse and foot, myself alone

The captain and the soldier was in one, 20

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