Thesauros Edebiyat elegy Amores

Amores

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

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How roll'd thy glowing eyes! how lewd they spoke!
 
E'en from thy artful fingers language broke;
 
While writing on the board with pens they vied,
 
And the spilt wine the want of ink supplied.
 
The silent speech too well I understood, 25
 
For to deceive a lover yet who could?
 
Tho' thou didst write in a laconic hand,
 
And words for sentences were taught to stand.
 
Now ended was the treat, and ev'ry guest
 
Indulg'd his ease, and lay compos'd to rest: 30
 
Your close, lascivious kisses then I spied,
 
And something more than lips to lips applied;
 
Such from a sister brothers ne'er receive,
 
But yielding fair ones to warm lovers give.
 
Not so Diana would to Phoebus press, 35
 
But Cytherea so her Mars would bless.
 
Too far provok'd, at last I cried aloud,
 
"On whom are pleasures, due to me, bestow'd?
 
I must not, will not, cannot bear this sight;
 
'Tis lawful, sure, to seize upon my right. 40
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