Thesauros Edebiyat elegy Amores

Amores

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

Şiir 19

 
An orange wench would tempt thy wife abroad;
 
Kick her, for she's a letter-bearing bawd.
 
In short, be jealous as the devil in hell,
 
And set my wit on work to cheat thee well.
 
The sneaking city-cuckold is my foe; 45
 
I scorn to strike but when he wards the blow.
 
Look to thy hits and leave off thy conniving,
 
I'll be no drudge to any wittol living;
 
I have been patient, and forborne thee long,
 
In hope thou wouldst not pocket up thy wrong: 50
 
If no affront can rouse thee, understand
 
I'll take no more indulgence at thy hand.
 
What, ne'er to be forbid thy house and wife
 
Damn him who loves to lead so ill a life.
 
Now I can neither sigh, nor whine, nor pray; 55
 
All those occasions thou hast ta'en away.
 
Why art thou so incorrigibly civil ?
 
Do somewhat I may wish thee at the devil
 
For shame, be no accomplice in my treason;
 
A pimping husband is too much in reason. 60
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