Thesauros Literature elegy Epistulae

Epistulae

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

Şiir 17

 
Oh that you had then visited our coasts in a nimble bark, when a thousand rivals solicited my virgin love! Had you appeared, you would have triumphed over the thousand; nor could my husband have justly blamed my choice. Now, alas! you come too late, to joys that are the right of another; and your slow hope invades a plighted love. But although it would have been
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