Thesauros Edebiyat elegy Amores

Amores

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

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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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