he held her clasped high to his loving heart. Your Rome’s as many girls as Gargara’s sheaves. Let all lovers be pale: it’s the colour fitting for love: it suits, though fools have thought it of no value. Editions/Translations; Author Group; View text chunked by: text: book: line; Table of Contents: Introduction Ovid's Art of Love Book I Book II Book III Ovid 's Remedy of Love Ovid's Art of Beauty. Ars Amatoria and Remedia Amoris1 - Volume 12. If you’ve a voice, sing: if your limbs are supple, dance: and please, with whatever you do that’s pleasing. When, lately, Caesar, in mock naval battle. and orders Aeolus’s winds to carry them into the void. All of Ovid's works were burned by Savonarola in Florence, Italy in 1497; an English translation of the Ars amatoria was seized by U.S. Customs in 1930. and heavy harrow, underneath the heavens. Book III→ 1930 translation — SING, and sing again Io Pæan! and said to her: ‘Why mar your tender cheeks with tears? and fists far too ready for a rough fight. The quarry that I was hot upon hath fallen into my toils. from under Venus’s temple, made of marble. And though drunkenness is harmful, it’s useful to pretend: make your sly tongue stammer with lisping sounds. Yet he filled her, the king of the herd, deceived. and trembled like a light reed in a marshy pool. and a boy wages war’s un-boy-like agenda. Don’t forget to look at who’s sitting behind you. While you’re still free, and can roam on a loose rein, pick one to whom you could say: ‘You alone please me.’. where the waters steam with sulphurous heat? Whoever you are, lovers everywhere, attend, with humble minds. Ah! to puff up her cushion with a dextrous touch. Still, while she’s giving and taking messages. flattering though, speak as if you were present. love it when necks are patted, manes are combed. All delight in what’s shameful: care only for their pleasures. Jupiter used to swear by the Styx, falsely, to Juno: now he looks favourably on his own example. as it may, let it be flicked away by your fingers: and if there’s nothing, flick away the nothing: let anything be a reason for you to serve her. in fertility, like the crop on some rich soil. Ovid #5 Ars amatoria L. I, v1-164 Latin Recitation Latein Rezitation. Let your leanness show your heart: don’t think it a shame, Let youthful limbs be worn away by sleepless nights, and those who see you can say ‘You’re in love.’, Should I lament, warn you perhaps that right and wrong. and the spirited horse’s teeth worn by the bit. with hidden words she’ll feel were spoken for her alone: and write sweet nothings in the film of wine. than a woman refuse a young man’s flattering words: Even she you might think dislikes it, will like it. Behold! Your arm’s meant to bear a shield: why does the hand that will slay Hector hold the yarn? Kline Introduction1 Figure 1: Eugène Delacroix, Ovid among the Scythians, 1862 Ovid, the Latin poet of the Roman Empire, was banished in 8 CE from Rome to Tomis (in modern day Romania) by the exclusive intervention of the Emperor Augustus, without any participation of the Senate or of any Roman judge. how the girl of Scyros mated Achilles the hero. Ars amatoria comprises three books of mock-didactic elegiacs on the art of seduction and intrigue. Perseus brought Andromeda from darkest India. Gods are useful: as they’re useful, let’s think they’re there: take wine and incense to the ancient altars: indifferent calm and it’s like, apathy, don’t chain them: live innocently: the divine is close at hand: pay what you owe, hold dutifully to agreements: commit no fraud: let your hands be free from blood. what place, what mountains, and what stream’s displayed. While, to the measure of the homely Etruscan flute. 30 Stücke von Ovid: 12,90 E; Kontakt: spelator@gmx.de siehe auch: www.spelator.wg.vu. Ovid. gives people many wounds, has many to give. Though she might not give, take what isn’t given. A strong letter often causes her displeasure. try her intention, test the road out first. When I am waiting at the barbershop, I see many magazines about hair fashion. A girl suitable for your eyes is to be searched for. As liars by liars are rightfully deceived. Your father’s years and powers arm you, boy. Now the first task for you who come as a raw recruit. then, whatever you say or do that seems too forward. Buy on Amazon $11.95 Translation Sheets (with Macrons) Click on the link above for a PDF with translation sheets for book 1 of the Ars Amatoria… Your and your country’s father endowed you with arms: the enemy stole his kingship from an unwilling parent: You hold a pious shaft, he a wicked arrow: Justice and piety stick to your standard. can scarcely save the wreckage of his mangled boat. as your father to your mother, I’ll be to you.’. simply placed, was all the artless scene: The audience sat on tiers made from turf. First let faith enter into your mind: every one of them. is your first care: she’ll smooth your way. Unyoke, for surely ’tis high time, the swans that have been harnessed this long while unto my car. But hide it well: if the informer’s well hidden. History of Love, by Charles Hopkins Ovid's Amours. If Cretan Aerope had spurned Thyestes’s love. Flashcards. Why do you restrain. if her body pleases you as much as her zeal. The hunter knows where to spread nets for the stag. Once steadfast you’ll conquer Penelope herself in time: you’ll see Troy captive, though it’s captured late. that imaginary gem that fell from her pierced ear? the throng will give you access to her and room. by A .S. and tempered his wild spirits through peaceful art. To be honest, I am not interested at all. carrying their favourite food in their mouths. or whoever’s the sort of man who needs a man. and himself becomes a part of the show he sees. Busiris told him: ‘You become Jove’s first victim, and you be the stranger to give Egypt water.’, And Phalaris roasted impetuous Perillus’s body. for a note of hand – and you’re sorry you learnt to write. She’ll ask you to look, because you know what to look for: then kiss you: then ask you to buy her something there. You’ll stand and exhort your troops with my words: I’ll speak of Parthian backs and Roman fronts. Ah, how many were tortured by an alien love! Nor will I falsely say you gave me the art, Apollo. and he who guides others, fails to guide himself: in that place of eloquence often his words desert him. Chiron made the young Achilles perfect at the lyre. What she asks, she fears: what she doesn’t ask, she wants. I warn you of this, if art’s skill is to be believed. And it’s good to raise a breeze with a light fan. The happy crowd of youths and girls will watch. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. See, I augur your triumph: I’ll reply with a votive song. one small black mark set between his horns: it the sole blemish, the rest was milky-white. Conditions and Exceptions apply. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. This version was published in 1930 in a 'limited' edition with sensual art deco illustrations by Jean de Bosschere. Match. Perhaps at first a cool letter comes to you. and whose droplets take their name from the girl. Then what’s rarest in our age appears to our minds. when conquered India trembled to your rod? Despite the actions against the work, it continues to be studied in college courses on Latin literature. here too, believe me, there’s an even greater crowd. Though you call it force: it’s force that pleases girls: what delights. In time stubborn oxen come to the plough. to command the wine to bring your head no harm. And don’t forget the shrine of Adonis, Venus wept for. Let your mistress’s birthday be one of great terror to you: that’s a black day when anything has to be given. and calls the dice back endlessly into his eager hand. When the crowded procession of ivory gods goes by. no sloppy feet for you, swimming in loose hide: don’t mar your neat hair with an evil haircut: let an expert hand trim your head and beard. What’s harder than stone, softer than water? The Court of Love, a tale from Chaucer. and looks for honey in the middle of the stream. real child-brides will come before your eyes: if it’s young girls you want, thousands will please you. The spear from Pelion’s to be brandished by this hand. The Rijksmuseum, Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. IV. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. p. 95 p. 96 p. 97. and suffers as harmful evils the cowardly delays. While talking, touching hands, checking the programme. I don’t pick my way over sharp peaks and precipices. Both cases were just: for there’s no fairer law. Beware of brothers, relatives, and dear friends: that crowd offers you true cause for fear. 25 “Sit modus exilio,” dixit “iustissime Minos: Accipiat cineres terra paterna meos. so much the fitter am I to avenge the wounds. is to find out who you might wish to love. Award-winning poet Len Krisak captures the music of Ovid's richly textured Latin meters through rhyming couplets that render the verse as playful and agile as it was meant to be. I sing of safe love, permissible intrigue. Why enumerate every female meeting place fit for the hunter? No doubt as there’s a sort of shame in having started first. in both his hands, already worthy of Jupiter in his cradle. while herding the flocks, Ascra, in your valleys: Experience prompts this work: listen to the expert poet: Far away from here, you badges of modesty. The next task is to make sure that she likes you: the third, to see to it that the love will last. Why put on your finest clothes, Pasiphae? And the law-courts (who’d believe it?) and with your father’s powers and years you’ll win: though your first beginnings must be in debt to such a name. Achilles hid his manhood in women’s clothes. Though the tale’s known, it’s still worth repeating. now wreaths prepare! You’ll be forced to be unsure of your desires: if you delight greatly in older wiser years. no youth will be caught out being lead by me. That hand that Hector was destined to know. Don’t be shy of promising: promises entice girls: add any gods you like as witness to what you swear. What wise man doesn’t mingle tears with kisses? by a wooden cow, and their offspring betrayed its breeding. leave off what you’ve begun, retrace your steps. Now the God in his chariot, wreathed with vines. might be propitiated by shedding a stranger’s blood. There’s chance in it: even if it favours the idea. golden, will go by, drawn by four snowy horses. Ah, how often, with angry face, she spied a cow. Ah it’s a crime! A loose-robed pedlar comes to your lady: she likes to buy: and explains his prices while you’re sitting there. not just to defend some trembling client: like the crowd, the grave judge, the elected senate. then the tender Kid is merged with the ocean wave: it’s best to hold off then: then he who trusts the deep. I’ve seen the most severe of women fooled this way: he who once was a worshipper, became a lover. and Venus was in the vine, flame in the fire. When hearts are glad, and nothing sad constrains them. But why fail, when there’s pleasure in new delights. Why the basket? let fingers brush her thigh, and foot touch foot. so our fashionable ladies crowd to the famous shows: my choice is often constrained by such richness. Your’s to play the lover, imitate wounds with words: use whatever skill you have to win her belief. New translations by A. S. Kline Amores, Ars Amatoria, Epistulae ex Ponto, Fasti, Heroides, Ibis, Medicamina Faciei Femineae, Metamorphoses, Remedia Amoris, Tristia with enhanced browsing facility, downloadable in HTML, PDF, or MS Word DOC formats. with clay figurines but with the wealth of kings. asking: would you please not trouble her. and swear you’re dying, crazed with love. in one case you’re a prize for her mistress, in the other herself. since the girl is touched through the rules of the place. Ovid. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. you can reply to all, and more if she asks: and what you don’t know, reply as memory prompts. as clear water undermines the hanging bank. The generals will go before you, necks weighed down with chains. Let Parthia’s cause be lost: and their armies: let my leader add Eastern wealth to Latium. It’s alright here to speak many secret things. 1930 translation Book I; Book II; Book III This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. If she wants to read, she’ll want to answer what she’s read: such things proceed by number and by measure. … Neatness pleases, a body tanned from exercise: no stiff shoe-thongs, your buckles free of rust. Don’t think it’s hard: each think’s herself desired: the very worst take’s pleasure in her looks. Now the lovely goddess had given her fatal bribe. so it’s pleasant to have what someone else has started. The Rijksmuseum. Parthia , we’ll have vengeance: Crassus’s bust will cheer. and where she drank from, that is where you drink: and whatever food her fingers touch, take that. So it happens that she who fears to trust an honest man. The youth has too much faith in his own beauty. nor a nod of the head to tell you she accepts: You can sit by your lady: nothing’s forbidden. Your lover can appreciate none of your wealth. fresh leaves and tenderest grasses for the bull. drawing him to his gentle arms, as he lay there. and to avoid offering your words to odious ears. a woman will give her hand, won by eloquence. an Arcadian hound turn his back on a hare. Ovid - The Amores Book I - in a new freely downloadable translation often, what was once imagined comes to be. She called, and wept as well, but both became her. She shook, like a slender stalk of wheat stirred by the wind. his tigers: the sand yielded under his feet: clasped in his arms (she had no power to struggle). If you say you haven’t the money in the house, she’ll ask. where you might choose your love, where to set your nets. a woman’s skill, to strip wealth from an ardent lover. 9.1", "denarius") All ... Editions/Translations; Author Group; View text chunked by: text: book: line; Table of Contents: Introduction Ovid's Art of Love Book I Book II Book III Ovid 's Remedy of Love Ovid's Art of Beauty. and asking, having bet, which one will win. Book I In … Birds will sooner be silent in the Spring, cicadas in summer. Provocative and light-hearted in tone, it caused offence, and was possibly a factor in, or at least an excuse for, Ovid’s later banishment by Augustus. The maid can rouse her, when she combs her hair in the morning. the dimness of twilight. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. Ovid; Ovid, Ars Amatoria; Search the Perseus Catalog for: Editions/Translations; Author Group; View text chunked by: text: book: line; Table of Contents: Amores Epistulae (vel Heroides) Medicamina faciei femineae Ars Amatoria Liber primus Liber secundus Liber tertius Remedia amoris Click on a word to bring up parses, dictionary entries, and frequency statistics. read this, and learn by reading how to love. Take the heavens for dowry: be seen as heavenly stars: and guide the anxious sailor often to your Cretan Crown.’, He spoke, and leapt from the chariot, lest she feared. of the Syrian Jews, less suitable for buying things. in the brazen bull: the unhappy creator was first to fill his work. and don’t let the wind blow my words out to sea: follow the thing through or don’t attempt it: she’ll endure the whispers once she’s guilty herself. There you’ll find one to love, or one you can play with. Though he’s below you or beside you, let him always be served first: don’t hesitate to second whatever he says. wounded he groans, and feels the winged dart. And you who seek the athlete’s crown, you too. Often at that time girls captivated men’s wits. is pleased, and finds wickedness is a tribute. Whoever showed too much fight, and denied her lover. The man must approach first: speak the words of entreaty: she courteously receives his flattering prayers. Rome will grant you lots of such lovely girls, you’ll say: ‘Here’s everything the world has had.’. one who’s a heifer, the other borne by the bull. Judge jewellery, and fabric stained with purple. She went as one of the herd, unhindered by any care. I don’t demand you set your sails, and search. like a Maenad roused by the Boeotian god, they say. or wear out some long road to discover them. That way the procurer procures far too much. or felled before the altar, forced to be a false sacrifice. IF there be anyone among you who is ignorant of the art of loving, let him read this poem and, having read it and acquired the knowledge it contains, let him address himself to Love. To whom the god said: ‘See, I come, more faithful in love: have no fear: Cretan, you’ll be bride to Bacchus. The grains of sand give way before the number. can be won: you’ll win her, if you only set your snares. the stage wasn’t stained with saffron perfumes: Then what the shady Palatine provided, leaves. That’s Euphrates, his brow crowned with reeds: that’ll be Tigris with the long green hair. are confused by all? lift it, and raise it carefully from the dusty earth: Straightaway, the prize for service, if she allows it. Ovid, Ars Amatoria 3, 133- 152: what hair dress fits a woman best. Title page of a 1644 edition of Ars amatoria, published in Frankfurt.. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. presses rabid dogs down with her thighs and groin. knows the waters where the most fish spawn: You too, who search for the essence of lasting love. It’s a mistake to think that only farmers working the fields. It’s no help if the bird escapes when its wings are limed: it’s no good if the boar gets free from a loosened net. I warn you, youths of Rome, learn the noble arts. What’s this, Aeacides? for me to describe the wicked tricks of whores. and that mother bloodstained by her children’s murder? are good, olives there: this teems with healthy wheat. to defeat the other two beneath Ida’s slopes: from an enemy land: a Greek wife in Trojan walls: all swore the prescribed oath to the injured husband: now one man’s grief became a nation’s cause. Should anyone here not know the art of love. The queen left her marriage bed for woods and fields. Remember Byblis, who burned with incestuous love. you join here there also, lingering, as a friend: now make as if to lead the way, now drop behind. If she’s wandering at leisure in the spacious Colonnade. and there’ll be nothing sinful in my song. flowed with the blood poured from Roman wounds, or when the Sabbath day returns, the holy day. Paris saw the goddesses in the light, a cloudless heaven, when he said to Venus: ‘Venus, you win, over them both.’. William_f02_ Line-by-line translation of lines 1-58 of "Ars Amatoria" (Advice For Would-Be Lovers) Key Concepts: Terms in this set (57) quaerenda est oculis apta puella tuis. and sailors, need to keep an eye on the season: Seed can’t always be trusted to the furrow. That punishment will return on your own head. Behold, now Caesar’s planning to add to our rule. Ovid, Tristia 4.10.33 8. Her mind will be fit for love when she luxuriates. Ars Amatoria: The Art of Love by Ovid, translated by J. Lewis May. Such a plan brings the greatest risk with it. Cancel Unsubscribe. in the fields: and there were nine years of drought, then Thrasius came to Busiris, and said that Jove. They watched, and each with his eye observed the girl. Ovid. And when wine has soaked Cupid’s drunken wings. So the day will be, when you, beautiful one. Why - she weeps doesn’t she, mournfully, for a sham loss. she was made no less beautiful by her tears. Dwight, 5.8. So Troy was defended with sorrowful conflict: in joy, the Horse, pregnant with soldiers, was received. The frantic Cretan girl wandered the unknown sands. when the sun’s in Leo, on the back of Hercules’s lion: or where Octavia added to her dead son Marcellus’s gifts, Don’t miss the Portico that takes its name. One soil doesn’t bear all crops: vines here. would be ashamed if all your body was white. hide what you can with skill and ambiguous gestures. So go on, and send your letter’s flattering words. and who see wounds, themselves receive a wound. Then laughter comes, the poor man dons the horns. Cowards, don’t count the birthdays of the gods: a Caesar’s courage flowers before its time. that he doesn’t press her sweet back with his knee. as the rascal urges the mount on with his staff. Now, there, I've done; my pleasant task is o’er. deserves to lose all that were granted too. And now, my fair young pupils, do as your youthful lovers did awhile ago; upon your trophies write, "Ovid was our master." they’re open: Venus steals in then with seductive art. Sharrock, A., Seduction and Repetition in Ovid’s Ars Amatoria II (Oxford 1994), 138. and a new case starts, his own cause is the brief. I’ve done, but there’s diversity in women’s. stick to your plan, and hope she’ll read it later. and the hour makes whichever girl you like beautiful. Book II Now Io Paean sing! Pylades loved Hermione, just as Phoebus Pallas. Ars Amatoria: The Art of Love by Ovid, translated by J. Lewis May Book II. Phoenix, Amyntor’s son wept out of sightless eyes: Hippolytus was torn by his fear-maddened horses. Venus appointed me as guide to gentle Love: I’ll be known as Love’s Tiphys, and Automedon. That she was truly won by force, we must think: She often cried: ‘Stop!’ afterwards, when Achilles hurried on: now he’d taken up stronger weapons than the distaff. Author: Ovid: Original title: Ars amatoria: Country: Roman Empire: Language: Latin It’s true he quickly shakes out his damp feathers: though still the heart that’s sprinkled by love is hurt. no voice from a heavenly bird gives me advice, I never caught sight of Clio or Clio’s sisters. and those standards wickedly laid low by barbarians. and set a hollow stool beneath her tender feet. All these things were driven by woman’s lust: it’s more fierce than ours, and more frenzied.

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