Ovid Ars Amatoria Art of Love and Remedia Amoris Remedies of Love

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Ovid - The Remedia Amoris

Diana and Endymion - Luca Giordano (Italian, 1634 - 1705)
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Office I: Words with Cupid, and The Task
Part II: Treat it Early on: Fill Your Fourth dimension with War or Law
Office 3: Yous Can Also Subcontract, Hunt, or Travel
Part IV: Simply Forget Witchcraft!
Office V: Contemplate her Defects
Part Vi: Now About Sex
Part VII: Accept More Than One Lover
Part VIII: Be Cool With Her
Part 9: Or Sate Yourself With Her
Part 10: Forget Her, and Don't Be Alone
Part XI: Now, Keep Abroad From Her
Part XII: Don't Weaken
Role Thirteen: Become Rid of all Reminders
Part XIV: Avoid the Arts
Part 15: Love your Rival
Part 16: The Doctor'south Final Advice

Function I: Words with Cupid, and The Task

Dear, having read the proper noun and championship on this book,

said: 'It's war, you declare against me, I see, information technology's state of war'.

'Cupid, don't condemn your poet for a criminal offence, who has so often

raised the standard, you lot trusted him with, under your command.

I'm not Diomede, by whom your mother was wounded,

she, carried back to the clear heavens on Mars's steeds.

Other immature men often abound cool: I've always loved,

and if you inquire me at present, also, what I practise, I dear.

Indeed I've taught, equally well, by what art you tin be won,

and what was passion before, is at present reason.

Sweetness Boy, I've non betrayed you or my fine art,

and this new Muse unravels no prior work.

Let him rejoice in happiness, any eager human being who loves

and delights in dear: allow him sail with the wind.

Merely whatsoever human being who suffers desperately from the power of a worthless girl,

shouldn't die, if he understands the aid that'southward in my fine art.

Why should whatever lover hang from a high axle,

a sad weight, with a knotted rope round his neck?

Why should anyone stab himself with cold steel?

Lover of Peace, y'all earn dislike for such hateful death.

Permit him who'll die of wretched passion unless he quits it,

quit information technology: and y'all'll be the cause of no ane'due south funeral.

And you're a boy: you're not fit for anything but play:

play then: a sugariness dominion suits your years.

For you might have used naked arrows with which to state of war:

but your shafts are gratuitous of deadly blood.

Your stepfather Mars may fight with swords and precipitous spears,

and as a victor stride through the carnage:

you lot cultivate your mother's arts, which are safe to use,

through whose fault no parent's ever bereaved.

Brand doors burst open up to nocturnal fights,

and the entrance exist cached in many fine garlands:

have young men and shy girls meet secretly,

and crook watchful husbands by whatever art:

and at present let the lover who's shut out, speak flatteringly,

and now expletive the rigid doorpost, and, weeping, sing.

Yous, be content with these tears, with no guilt for death:

it's not plumbing equipment for your torch to plunge beneath greedy pyres.'

And so I spoke: golden Dearest moved his jewelled wings,

and said to me: 'Cease the piece of work you planned.'

Come to my teaching, immature men who've been deceived,

you whose love has utterly betrayed you.

Learn how to be cured, from him who taught you how to dearest:

the i hand brings the wound and the relief.

The same earth nurtures healing herbs equally harmful,

and the nettle'south often near to the rose:

Achilles's spear that once wounded Telephus, his enemy,

as well brought the cure for the wound.

But believe me, girls, I tell to you whatever I tell the men:

I grant weapons to either side:

and if any of it does not utilize to your needs,

it can still teach you a great deal by example.

It's a good idea to quench fierce flames,

don't let your heart be slave to your failings.

Phyllis would take lived, if she'd used me every bit her primary,

and gone the way she went, nine times, more oftentimes.

Dido, as she died, would not have watched the Trojan ships,

from the pinnacle of her tower, every bit they prepare canvas:

nor would pain take armed Medea against her children,

taking vengeance on her husband by harming his offspring.

By using my art, Tereus, when Philomela charmed him,

would not take deserved to go a bird for his crime.

Requite Pasiphae to me, and then, surely, she'd lose her love for the bull:

Give me Phaedra: Phaedra's shameful love will vanish.

Trust Paris to me, Menelaus would take Helen,

and Troy non conquered to fall at the hands of Greeks.

If impious Scylla could have read my books,

Nisus, the majestic lock would cling to your head.

With me equally leader, quench your ruinous sorrows:

let ship and crew sheet truthful, with me as leader.

You read your Ovid then, when you learnt near love:

now the same Ovid's to be read past you.

The public champion, I lighten hearts constrained

by their masters: each of you, thank the rod that frees.

Phoebus, source of the power of medicine and vocal,

may your laurel assist me, I beg of you, equally I begin,

Yours is the nurturing of dr. and poet alike:

the protection of both falls to your care.

Role Ii: Treat it Early: Make full Your Time with War or Police force

If you lot've regrets, and moderate emotions touch your heart,

then halt your feet, while you can, at the first threshold.

Crush the evil germs of sudden illness while they're young,

and prevent your equus caballus'due south gallop at the start.

For fourth dimension gives strength, time ripens tender grapes,

and creates healthy crops from what were shoots.

The tree that spreads wide shadows for passers-by,

was merely a slip at first that had been planted:

then a hand could pluck information technology from the topsoil:

now by its growth it stands, in all its immense ability.

Permit your swift heed encompass what it is that you love,

and withdraw your neck from the neckband that hurts y'all.

Halt its beginnings: it's too late for the doctor to be chosen,

when the affliction has grown stronger through delay.

But hurry, don't put it off to a later on time:

who'southward not ready today, will exist less and then tomorrow:

all love deceives, and gains nourishment by waiting:

every next twenty-four hour period is the best for freedom.

You run across few rivers flow from mighty fountains:

by many inflowing waters they're multiplied.

Myrrha , if you'd realised sooner what sins you'd begun,

yous'd not have hidden your confront with tree-bark.

I've seen a wound that could at first be healed

suffer impairment through indelible long delays.

But since it charms us to choose the fruits of Venus,

we ever say: 'the same could happen tomorrow.'

Meanwhile the secret flames creep into our heart,

and the baleful tree drives its roots deeper.

If the moment for early on help's been lost, withal,

and ancient dear's settled in the captive breast,

the greater the work that remains: simply because I've been called

to the illness later, it won't exist abandoned past me.

That scrap of Philoctetes that was wounded

he should surely have cut off long agone:

they say that, having been healed, many years later

he dealt the last blow of the Trojan war.

I who rushed to bulldoze off the nascent illness,

now calmly bring you lot belatedly relief.

Either y'all try, if you tin can, to quench a fire at the start,

or when information technology dies down, through its own violence:

while passion'south in full flow, give way to the rush of passion:

all of the states find approaching its onrush difficult.

He's a foolish swimmer, who fights against the stream,

when he could descend the current obliquely.

The impatient spirit, that's non however tractable, rejects my fine art,

and is possessed past hatred for my words of communication.

Amend for me to arroyo him now when he'll let me bear on

the wound, and is more than suited to words of truth.

Who'd stop a mother weeping, unless he'south mad,

at her son's grave? That's not the identify to admonish her.

When tears are over, and the sorrowful spirit'due south done,

then grief tin be given expression in words.

Medicine requires the art of timing: given at the right time

wine may help, at the incorrect time information technology may harm.

Indeed you may fifty-fifty inflame and provoke the disease

by denying it, if it's non applied at the proper moment.

So when you're ready for my medical arts,

commencement ban idleness, on my advice.

This encourages you lot to dearest, and protects the honey information technology encourages:

it's the pleasurable source, and the evil nourishment.

If you take abroad idleness, Cupid'due south bow's unstrung,

his torch is dark and held to scorn.

As airplane trees like wine, as poplar trees similar water,

every bit muddied reeds like the marshy ground,

so Venus loves idleness: you who seek to end love,

dear gives fashion to business: exist busy, you lot'll be condom.

Languor and excess sleep that become unchallenged,

and gambling, and time lost to as well much drink

take away all vigour, without damaging the center:

insidious Honey enters the unwary.

That Male child'south accustomed to following idleness: he hates the busy:

give your vacant mind work to occupy it.

At that place are the courts, the laws, the friends you might defend:

brand your style through the fantabulous campsite of metropolis togas.

Or admire the youthful service of blood-drenched Mars:

and then yous'll turn your back on your delights.

Behold, the fleeing Parthian, fresh cause of a great triumph,

he sees Caesar's weapons at present in his own state:

Conquer both the arrows of Cupid and Parthia,

and bring back twin trophies to your native gods.

As soon every bit Venus was wounded past Diomede's spear,

she ordered the war to be fought by her lover.

You ask what made Aegisthus an adulterer?

the reason's obvious: it was idleness.

Others fought the long battles with Troy:

Hellenic republic had sent over all her fighting men.

If he'd wanted acts of state of war, there were none to be had:

if the courts of constabulary, Argos was free of quarrels.

He did what he could, he loved: better than doing nothing.

So the Male child comes, and so the Boy stays.

Part III: Yous Can Also Farm, Hunt, or Travel

Country matters too please the spirit, and the study

of agronomics. Any care will give style to those cares.

Social club tame bulls to bow below the collar,

to furrow the hard soil with the curving blade:

sow the seed for your harvest, in the earth you've ploughed,

seed that the field will return to you lot with interest.

See the branches bowed with the weight of apples,

so the tree hardly bears the weight it carries.

Run into the flowing streams with happy murmurs:

see the sheep grazing on the fertile grass.

Behold, the goats seek the rocks and steep boulders:

presently they'll bring back full udders for their kids:

The shepherd blows a melody on his reed pipes,

no lack of dogs for company, a watchful crowd.

Lowing sounds from another role of the high wood,

and a mother complains the loss of her calf.

Don't the swarm fly, when you smoke them out,

to accept the honey from the arching hive?

Autumn gives its apples: summer is lovely with harvest:

spring offers flowers: winter's eased with fire.

The farmer picks ripe grapes at the right time,

and the juice flows under his blank feet.

At the correct time he binds the cut grasses,

and sweeps the stubble soil with broad rummage.

Y'all yourself tin can plant seedlings in your watered gardens,

you yourself tin guide gentle streams of water.

Grafting comes: make a branch prefer a co-operative,

and the tree stands there curtained by strange leaf.

When in one case the mind begins to enjoy these pleasures,

Vain Dear departs on weakened wings.

Or yous can cultivate the art of hunting: often Venus

retreated in shame from her acquisition sister Phoebe.

Now hunt the headlong hare with keen-scented canis familiaris,

now spread your nets across the leafy hills,

or fright the quivering deer with motley scares,

or the boar's brought downwards, stabbed past your hostile spear.

Sleep at night, not desire for girls, welcomes the weary human,

and the limbs volition be restored by calm rest.

Easier work, but nevertheless piece of work, is capturing birds

following the humble prize with net or lime,

or, what greedy fish might swallow with eager jaws,

hiding a curved claw under a little bait.

This pursuit or that, till you forget your passion,

yous've got to secretly beguile yourself.

Yous merely need to journey far, though strong chains

hold you lot back, and first to travel afar ways:

y'all'll cry, and your lost daughter's name will oppose it,

and your feet will often stop yous on the road:

but the less you wish to get, the more you should go:

endure information technology, and forcefulness unwilling anxiety to run.

Don't hope for rain, or a foreign Sabbath, to filibuster you,

nor the River Allia noted for its losses.

Don't ask how many miles you've done, and how many

there are left: nor feign delays so you can stay around:

Don't count the hours, or keep looking back at Rome,

just wing: the Parthian flying from the enemy'southward rubber.

Some might call my advice difficult: it's difficult, I acknowledge:

only you have to endure a lot of pain to be well.

Ofttimes when ill, unwillingly, I've drunkard bitter juices,

and denied all food to my pleadings.

To save your body, yous'll endure burn and steel,

won't relieve your dry thirsting mouth with water:

to heal your listen, what would yous not accept?

And so that office is worth more than than the trunk.

Yet, the entrance to my art is very gloomy,

and the greatest task'due south to survive the starting time few hours.

You lot see how the collar at first chafes new bullocks,

and a new girth irritates a fast steed?

Mayhap you'll exist sorry to leave your fathers' home:

just all the aforementioned you'll leave: then want to return:

not your father's habitation only love for your little friend,

will call you back, fine words excusing your offense.

When in one case you've gone, the countryside, your comrades,

the long road, give you a hundred solaces for your cares.

And don't think information technology's enough only to leave: stay away a while,

till the ashes take lost their ability with their flame.

because unless, in hurrying back, your mind is potent,

rebellious love will fight you with barbarous weapons.

And nonetheless long you're away, yous'll return hungry and thirsty,

and the interval will have done you aught merely damage.

Part IV: Only Forget Witchcraft!

If anyone thinks he tin be helped by harmful herbs,

and magic arts, from Thessalian lands, that's his affair.

That'south the erstwhile fashion of witchcraft: my Apollo

offers innocent help with sacred vocal.

With me in charge no spirits will be ordered from their graves,

no witch, with wicked spells, will split the ground:

no crops volition skip from one field to another,

nor Phoebus's orb suddenly abound pale.

As usual, Tiber's waters will run down to the sea:

as usual, the Moon will ride on snow-white horses.

No pains will exist charmed away to ease the heart,

conquering dearest won't exist put to flight past called-for sulphur.

What use, Medea, to yous were herbs of Colchis,

when you lot desired to stay in your father's house?

Circe, what turn a profit to you were Perse's magic plants

when his breeze took Ulysses's ships abroad?

You did everything that your cunning guest might non become:

Love settled deep in your unwilling heart.

You lot could alter men into a yard shapes,

you could non change the commands of your heart.

Indeed information technology'south said that when he wished to leave

y'all stopped the lord of Ithaca with these words:

'I don't pray now for what I recall, that I used to promise for,

that y'all might wish to be my married man:

and yet I might be thought worthy of being your wife,

who am a goddess, daughter of the mighty Sun.

I beg you not to hurry: I ask a piffling time as a souvenir:

what less could I ask for in my prayers?

And you lot run into the waves are high, and you ought to fearfulness them:

later the wind will ameliorate adjust your sails.

What reason have you lot for flight? No new Troy rises hither,

no one calls their allies to arms again.

Here are love and peace, where I lonely am badly wounded,

and the land volition be safe in future nether your rule.'

While this was spoken, Ulysses loosed his ships:

carrying abroad her fruitless words on familiar sails.

Circe was inflamed, and turned to her usual arts,

only love was all the same not lessened by them.

Then whoever you lot are who call for help from my art,

put no faith in witchcraft and incantations.

Part 5: Contemplate her Defects

If some overriding reason keeps you in the City,

(that mistress!), accept my communication from the Metropolis.

He'southward his own best liberator who snaps the chains

that hurt his heart, and ends the grief forever.

But the man who'southward dauntless equally that, I curiosity at it, and him,

and say: 'He'll not act out my prophecies.'

It'southward y'all, who love, and can scarcely forget your loving,

that wish to, but tin can't, who must be taught by me.

Tell yourself frequently what your wicked girl has done,

and before your optics place every injure you've had.

'She'due south had this and that, simply she'due south non satisfied with plunder:

the greedy girl's given the household gods find to quit.

She swore to me, and, having sworn so, deceived me,

lying stretched out so often at her door!

She prizes others, despises my love: ah,

a pedlar has nights with her, she won't give me!'

Let all this embitter your every feeling:

recall information technology, look here for the seeds of your dislike.

And I want yous to exist fluent in them as well!

Endure enough: you lot'll be eloquent yourself.

Recently my affections clung to a certain girl:

she was not conducive to my spirit:

sick, Podalirius was cured past his own drugs,

and, I confess, I was a shamefully sick medico.

It helped to continually dwell on my friend's faults,

and it frequently was the affair that fabricated me better.

'How ugly,' I'd say 'my girl's legs are!'

and nevertheless they weren't, if the truth be told.

'How little are my girl'southward arms beautiful!'

and yet they were, if the truth be told.

'How modest she is!' she wasn't: 'How much she asks of a lover!'

That was the main crusade of my dislike.

And the bad is neighbour to the practiced: in that confusion

virtue often bears the guilt for vice.

Every bit much as you tin, disparage your girl'due south attractions,

and let your judgement autumn a piffling short.

Let her be chosen 'plump' if she's full-figured, 'black' if she'due south dark:

in slenderness there's the accuse of being 'lean'.

And she tin be chosen 'pert', who's non naive,

and she tin exist called 'naive', if she's too honest.

Then too, whatever talents your woman lacks,

promote those, with flattering words and prayers.

Demand the use of song, if the girl's insufficient of vocalization:

make her dance if she doesn't know how to move her hands.

Her speech is fell? Make her talk with you lot a lot:

she hasn't learnt to sweep the chords? Ask for the lyre.

She walks awkwardly? Make her walk up and down:

Her chest's all breasts? Let no bindings hide the error.

If her teeth are bad, relate what she'll express joy at:

Her eyes are sensitive? Report what makes her weep.

And appear suddenly, when she's applied no make-up to herself,

having hastened your steps to your lady in the dawn.

We're carried away by beautification: in gilded and gems

all's hidden: the least part of it'southward the daughter herself.

You often ask where what you love is amid it all:

rich Love deceives the eyes with all that armour.

Be in that location unexpectedly, prophylactic, y'all catch her defenceless:

the poor girl'south undone past her faults.

But information technology's notwithstanding not safe to trust in this rule too much:

since truthful beauty without fine art beguiles many.

So approach your lady's presence (don't let modesty deter y'all)

when she's smearing her cheeks with blended potions.

Y'all'll discover little pots and a thousand coloured things,

and dripping greases flowing, over her warm breasts.

Those cosmetics smell like your tabular array, Phineus:

more than than once they've made my stomach ill.

Office VI: Now Near Sexual practice

Now I'll speak openly, about what I should offer, regarding

your sexual practice: love must be wholly driven away.

In that location's much of this in fact that it's shameful for me to say:

simply with wit you'll sympathize more my words.

For lately there'southward been a sort of slandering of my books,

of which the criticism is my Muse is insolent.

While I please in my way, while I'm sung throughout the earth,

those few can assault my work as much as they like.

Envy disparages the genius of mighty Homer:

considering of it Zoilus the critic (who was he?) has a proper name.

And sacrilegious tongues accept savaged your poem, Virgil,

you who led the conquered gods here, carried from Troy.

Envy seeks the summits: wind blows beyond the heights:

the lightning seeks the summits, flung from Jove's right paw.

But you, whoever you lot are, whom my licence offends,

if you lot're wise, consider everything in context.

Manly warfare rejoices to be told in Homeric measure:

what place tin there be in that for our delights?

Tragedians sound sublimely: rage suits the tragic heights:

from public life comedy's realised.

The frank iambic is unsheathed against our enemies,

either equally swift-paced trimeter, or dragging its last foot.

Let shine-tongued Elegy sing Cupids with their quivers,

and play the gentle mistress, as she decides.

Achilles is not spoken of in Callimachus'south rhythms,

sugariness Cydippe'southward not for your oral cavity Homer.

Who could stand up Andromache's part performed past Thais?

Whoever acted Andromache in Thais's part would err.

Thais is in my art: liberated playfulness is mine:

I've nothing to exercise with wives: it's Thais in my art.

If my Muse corresponds to light-hearted matters, I've won,

and the example against the defendant's a false charge.

Gluttonous Envy, flare-up: my name'due south well known already:

it volition exist more so, if but my anxiety travel the route they've started.

But yous're in too much of a hurry: if I alive you'll be more than than sorry:

many poems, in fact, are forming in my mind.

Now I'thousand happy, and my enthusiasm for fame grows with my esteem:

my stallion'southward panting for the offset of the climb.

It's acknowledged the elegy owes as much to me,

every bit the epic owes to famous Virgil.

And so far I've answered Envy: tighten the reins

more resolutely, and ride your class out, poet.

And so when you're headed for bed and youthful labour,

and the time of dark she promised yous is near,

lest your girl'south charms, if you spend you whole self on her,

captivate you, I'd like you lot to practise it as much equally you want to first.

Have as much as you want, where your initial pleasure can end:

later the first the next will be much more sluggish.

Sex postponed is most welcome: sunlight'south delighted

by the cold, shade past lord's day, water's welcome in a drought.

I speak but I'yard ashamed: make dearest too in a position

that you retrieve makes love least likely, and becoming.

Information technology'south not hard to practice: few truthful girls confess even to themselves

that there's zippo they think unbecoming to them.

And then too gild all the windows to exist opened,

and annotation her worst features in wide daylight.

As soon as pleasure'due south reached the finishing post,

and the spirit lies there wearied, and the whole trunk,

while yous're repenting, and you'd rather never have touched

a girl, and you don't call back you're going to touch on one for years,

then impress your listen with whatever'due south wrong with her body,

and keep your eyes stock-still all the time on those faults.

Perhaps someone might telephone call these things picayune (as they are too),

but what has no benefit on its own, is useful in numbers.

And a little viper may kill a vast bull with its bite:

the boar is often gripped past a non very big hound.

You should only fight in strength, and get together

all my rules together: from many ane large heap volition be fabricated.

There are so many methods, so many positions

at that place's no need to give them, all in my opinion.

The activity that won't offend your feelings,

to some other's sentence will seem a criminal offence.

One homo who saw the sexual organs on a naked body,

brought his lovemaking, that was in progress, to a halt:

one, on his girl's rising from Beloved'due south affairs,

considered those shameful tokens, in the stained bed.

O, you're just playing at it, if those things bother y'all:

your middle is being breathed on by tepid flames.

Let that Boy draw the straining bow more strongly:

you'll await for greater help for a mass of wounds.

What nearly the man who hid secretly to discover a girl,

and saw indecent things that custom forbids united states seeing?

The gods forbid that I suggest anyone to exercise such things!

While they might assist, they simply aren't suitable.

Part Vii: Accept More than Than Ane Lover

I also urge you to have two girls at one time

(Yous're very brave if you could consider more):

When the heart's divided it goes in both directions,

and i love saps the power of the other.

Vast rivers are thinned out through many channels:

fierce flames die down when the fuel'south removed.

One anchor's non enough to concur a well-waxed hull,

a single hook'due south not enough in clear water:

Who long ago arranged a double solace for himself,

long agone was victor on the highest superlative.

But you, who were heedlessly trusting of ane mistress,

at least now a fresh beloved is to be contrived for y'all.

Minos quenched the fires of Pasiphae in Procris:

Cleopatra, Phineus's first wife, left, conquered by Idaea.

Callirhoe made Alcmaeon share her bed

lest he always love Alphesiboea.

And Oenone would take held Paris, to the end of time,

if she'd not been harmed by Helen, her Spartan rival.

His wife Procne's beauty would have pleased Tereus:

but Philomela, her imprisoned sister, was more beautiful.

Why dwell on more examples, a oversupply that tires me?

Every honey's defeated by a fresh successor.

A mother loses i son of many more resolutely,

than one in tears who cries: 'Y'all were my simply son.'

Simply don't think I'one thousand writing new rules for yous

(and I wish these discoveries added tomy celebrity!)

Agamemnon witnessed it (what did he non see, in fact,

he who was in command of all the Greeks?)

The conquistador loved Chryseis, captured in the war:

just her old father wept everywhere, foolishly.

Why weep, and so annoyingly, old homo? They suit each other well:

you wound y'all daughter, tactlessly, with your attentions.

When Calchas, later, condom, under Achilles's protection, ordered

she be returned, and she was received past her male parent's house,

Agamemnon said: 'There's one Briseis, shut to her in beauty,

and, if you allow for the first syllable, her name's the same:

If he's wise, Achilles volition hand her over to me, in lieu:

if he doesn't, he'll feel my power.

If your actions show mine to be at mistake in this, you lot Greeks,

there's something, a powerful sceptre, grasped in my hand.

For if I'm king, and no girl sleeps beside me, then it'south right

that impudent Thersites take my kingship.'

He spoke, and had, from her, much solace for the starting time girl,

and love was laid aside, driven out past new love.

So, from Agamemnon'south example, accept up with new flames,

in order for your love to exist distracted, in twin directions.

You ask, where you tin can detect her? Read my works:

yous'll soon possess a boatload of girls.

Part VIII: Exist Cool With Her

But if my suggestions have value, if Apollo

through my mouth teaches all to mortal men,

though, unhappy man, yous're roasting in the midst of Etna,

make information technology seem to your daughter that yous're chillier than ice:

and if y'all're grieving deeply, look happy, lest she run into it,

and laugh, when tears come up to y'all.

Not that I order you to break off in mid-sorrow:

my commands aren't every bit cruel as that.

Pretend to what is non, and that the passion'southward over,

so yous'll become, in truth, what you are studying to be.

I've often wished to seem asleep, lest it seem I've been drinking,

while I seemed so, I gave my conquered optics to slumber:

I've laughed at one caught, who pretended to himself he was in love,

hunting birds, simply fallen into his ain net.

Love penetrates the center by habit, through habit it's forgotten:

he who can imagine he's well, will exist well.

She might ask you to come up: go on the night agreed:

you've come, and the door is locked: well endure it.

Don't speak fawning words, or abuse the doorpost,

nor lay your body on the hard threshold.

The new day will dawn: lose your words of grievance,

and testify no signs of suffering in your face.

She'll shortly driblet her disdain, when she sees your indifference:

this too's a gift you'll get together from my art.

Still, deceive yourself as well, don't let at that place be a plan

to end loving: the equus caballus will often fight against the flake.

Conceal your advantage: what's not declared will exist:

the bird avoids the net that's too credible.

Don't let her be besides pleased with herself, nor have the ability

to despise you: be brave, so she gives way to your bravery.

The door's wide open up? Though yous're chosen to, pass by.

There's a night agreed? Hesitate to go on the given nighttime.

To be able to endure it'south easy, when, if patience fails,

it's fine to take your enjoyment with piece of cake girls.

Part Nine: Or Sate Yourself With Her

And who can telephone call my suggestions difficult?

Await, I fifty-fifty play the matchmaker's role.

For since hearts vary, let me vary my arts:

there are a 1000 kinds of illness, a k kinds of wellness.

Some people are barely relieved by sharp knives:

while herbs and juices are a assistance to many.

You're besides weak, unable to get, tenderly leap,

and roughshod Love presses your cervix beneath his human foot?

End struggling: let your sails be brought before the wind,

where the tide calls, permit your oars travel too,

That thirst's to be quenched, by which yous're badly parched:

I permit information technology: it'due south fine at present to drinkable from mid-stream:

just drink even more than than your centre demands,

brand your pharynx overflow, full of the water you lot've taken.

Become, and bask your daughter, any time, nothing'south forbidden:

let her steal away your nights and days.

Seek loathing for your sickness: and let loathing stop information technology.

Now, too, when you believe you could exist free, stay on,

till y'all're quite overwhelmed, and abundance destroys love,

and disgusted you've no pleasance in her house.

Love's also lasting when mistrust feeds it:

if you seek to relinquish it, relinquish fear.

He who fears lest she's not his, and someone's taken her abroad,

he'll scarcely be made well with Machaon'south help.

By and large a mother loves the one of her ii sons best,

whose return she's fearful for, considering he bears artillery.

Part 10: Forget Her, and Don't Be Alone

At that place's an ancient shrine by the Colline Gate:

Venus of high Eryx gives her name to the shrine:

Lethean Dear lives in that location, who heals the middle,

and adds his torches to the chilly water.

and it's there the immature men pray they might forget,

and the girls absorbed by hard-hearted men.

He spoke to me in these words (I'thousand not sure if it was Cupid

truly, or a dream: but I think it was a dream):

'O you lot who now incite love, and now quell information technology,

add this 1, Ovid, to your maxims too.

He who calls to mind his ills, kills love:

the god gives more than or less of those to all.

Permit him who fears the swift months, and the money-lenders,

torment himself with the whole sum he's borrowed:

who has a hard-hearted father, though his other prayers prosper,

let him take that hard-hearted father before his optics:

This poor man living with an ill-dowered wife,

let him believe his married woman has harmed his fate.

Have you, on a fine estate, fertile vineyards,

full of vines? Fear, lest the new-born grapes are scorched.

You lot accept a send returning: recollect of ever-hostile seas

and the losses littering the vile shore.

Let a soldier son, you, and you, a marriageable daughter torment:

and who hasn't reason for a g sorrows?

So yous could hate her, Paris, yous should have kept

your brothers' deaths before your eyes.'

Yet speaking, the adolescent prototype departed

from my gentle sleep, if sleep it was.

What to do? Palinurus slips from the send in mid-ocean:

I'thousand forced to sail on unknown ways.

You who beloved, beware lone places, lonely places are harmful!

Why flee? Y'all can be safer in a crowd.

You lot don't demand secrecy (secrecy nurtures passion):

in hereafter it's the crowd that will assist you.

If yous're alone, you lot'll exist lamentable, and the course of the girl yous've left

volition be there earlier your optics, so like herself.

Because of that, nighttime'south sadder than the daylight:

your crowd of friends missing, who might ease the gloom.

Don't shun conversation, or let your door be closed,

don't hide your tearful face in the shadows.

Always have some Pylades, to back up Orestes:

here besides the do good of friendship is not slight.

What merely the lonely woods caused harm to Phyllis?

The crusade of her death is certain: she had no friend.

She went as the Thracian Bacchae get, marking the festival,

a cruel troop of women with streaming hair,

and now, wherever she could, gazed at the distant sea,

now threw herself down wearied on sandy world.

'Faithless Demophoon!' She cried to the dumb waves,

and her words were spoken punctuated by sobs.

There was a narrow path darkened by long shadows,

by which she often took her manner to the shore.

The poor girl traversed it 9 times: and said: 'I'll show him!'

and with pallid face looked upwards at the branches, and gazed

downward at her belt: uncertain, shrinking from what she might dare,

and from fearfulness, and lifting her fingers to her neck.

Thracian girl, I wish you lot'd not been so solitary then: the trees

might non take wept for Phyllis, by shedding their leaves.

Fright too much seclusion, with Phyllis as your case,

men who've been injure by women, girls by men.

Office 11: Now, Keep Away From Her

One young homo performed whatever my Muse

commanded: and his life was near condom:

he relapsed, he'd come among some passionate lovers,

and Dear picked up the weapons he'd laid downward.

If you love, simply don't wish to, avoid making contact:

it'southward frequently accustomed to harm cattle too.

When eyes look at wounds they're as well wounded,

and many things harm our bodies through infection.

Non infrequently into an arid place with parched soil,

h2o permeates from a stream flowing nearby:

Hidden love permeates, if yous don't depart your lover:

and in this nosotros're all an ingenious crowd.

Another man was already cured: being near harmed him:

he couldn't bear any meeting with his mistress.

The wound, poorly healed, reopened at the quondam scar,

and not i of my arts had the least success.

Houses are barely defended from a neighbouring fire:

it'due south best to go on away from places nearby.

Don't take your walks in the colonnade where she's

accepted to: and don't adorn the same functions.

What pleasure for a tepid heart to be rekindled past retentiveness?

If you can do, you lot should find another sphere.

It'southward not easy if you lot're hungry to hold dorsum from a laid tabular array,

and splashing water rouses a huge thirst.

It's not easy to restrain the bull that'due south seen the heifer,

the stallion always whinnies strongly when he sees the mare.

When yous've done all that, for you still to reach dry out land,

it's not enough for you lot to exit the girl.

Say goodbye to mother, sister, and the nurse who's in the know,

and whoever plays any part in your girl's life.

Don't let her slave come by, or her maid, with lying tears,

humbly saying: 'Greetings!' in their mistress's proper name.

And if you want to know what she'due south doing, yet, don't ask:

endure! Information technology will profit you to hold your tongue.

You too, who relate the reason why your love ended,

and make then many complaints against your mistress,

beware of it: it's ameliorate to revenge yourself by silence,

and then she'll vanish from your longing.

And I'd rather you lot were silent than say that yous've left off:

he who says: 'I'm not in love', too ofttimes, is.

But put organized religion more in love being extinguished slowly

than of a sudden: slowly abandon it, you'll exist rubber.

The deluge may run college than the settled river:

but yet information technology won't last, while the other's permanent h2o.

Let love fail, and, vanishing, deliquesce into thin air,

and let it fade away in gentle stages.

But it's wrong to detest the girl yous loved, in any way:

that decision suits uncivilised natures.

It'south enough not to care: who ends his beloved by hating,

is either nonetheless in love, or finds it hard to leave off being distressing.

Shame for a man and woman, once joined, now to be enemies:

Appian Venus, near the Court, herself frowns onthose quarrels.

Often they're defendants, and still beloved: while no dispute

has really occurred, love's strayed without a alert.

By chance I took on one young client: a litter held the wife:

his every word was bristling with cruel threats.

Intending to have her bound over, then bailed, he said:

'she ought to pace down': she did: seeing her he brutal silent:

his hands dropped, his double-tablets (the security) with them:

he cruel into her embrace, and said: 'Yous win.'

It'due south safer, and more than plumbing fixtures, to separate, in peace,

and not search out the police-courtroom from the bedroom.

Tell her to proceed the gifts you gave her, without any ruling:

small losses are usually a major gain.

But if some chance brings y'all together again,

keep in mind all the weapons I've given you.

Now you need my weapons: here, brave human'due south a fight:

Penthesilea's to exist conquered by your spear.

At present let your rivals come to mind, now the lover'due south difficult threshold

now the useless promises she made amongst the gods.

Don't comb your hair because you're going to run across her,

don't wearable your toga free to catch her eye.

She's nothing, and so please yourself, and care for other girls,

let her be just one of many, to you, at present.

Part XII: Don't Weaken

But I'll tell you what peculiarly obstructs our efforts,

and everyone can learn by his ain case.

We give way slowly, because nosotros hope to be loved:

since each is pleased with himself, we're a credulous oversupply.

And don't believe that words behave any weight,

(well what's more deceptive?) or the eternal gods.

And beware that girls' tears don't move you:

their eyes have been instructed how to cry.

Innumerable arts oppose a lover'south willpower,

as the waves beat on the rocks from every side.

Don't let the crusade be known why you prefer divorce:

don't say what grieves you lot: just grieve silently the while.

Don't recall her sins, lest she dilutes them: favour yourself,

so that your ain cause is better than hers.

Who's silent is strong: who pours abuse on his daughter,

is only accusing himself, for his own satisfaction.

I wouldn't dare steal Dear'southward arrows similar Ulysses,

nor, having snatched his torches, quench them in the stream:

nor would I ever clip the Boy'southward bright wings,

nor by my art slacken his sacred bow.

It'due south wisdom, whatsoever I sing: mind the singing,

and yous, health-giving Apollo, support my work: exist here.

Apollo is hither: to the sound of quiver and lyre:

I know the god by his emblems: Apollo's here.

Compare wool dyed in the statuary cauldrons of Sparta

with Tyrian purple: it will be less beautiful:

compare your girl too with all the beauties:

each man will start to be ashamed of his girl:

to Paris the other goddesses might take seemed lovely,

but, compared with those beside her, Venus won.

Don't simply compare the face up, but their characters and skills:

so long as dear doesn't deject your judgement.

Role Thirteen: Become Rid of all Reminders

It'south a trifle, what I sing next: but many have benefited

from that trifle: amongst whom I was one.

Don't re-read the letters you've kept from your sugariness girl:

re-reading letters shakes the steadfast eye.

Put them all in the violent flames (you'll hate to do it),

and say: 'Allow this be the funeral pyre for my passion.'

Althaea'southward brand ready Meleager, her absent son, on fire:

will yous requite false words to the flames reluctantly?

And remove the wax images of her, if you can: why weaken

at impaired likenesses? One time Laodamia died because of that.

And often places injure you: flee the places where yous slept

guiltily together: they're a cause of grief:

'Here she was, hither she lay: we slept in this room:

here she granted me playful delights at night.'

Remembering reopens love, the wound'due south newly re-opened:

trifling errors damage the weak-minded.

Consider how, if you touch on ashes that are almost dead

with sulphur, they revive, and a tall flame comes from nothing.

So, if you don't avoid whatsoever reawakens love,

the flames will calorie-free again that in one case were quenched.

The Greek ships must wish they'd fled Cape Caphereus,

while you, old man, accept revenge with the lite of your fires.

With Scylla by, the careful crewman's happy:

you lot likewise beware places that were one time too dear.

This is your quicksand of Syrtes: Acroceraunia'due south living Cape:

hither fatal Charybdis spews out the water she sucks in.

Function XIV: Avoid the Arts

There are things no one can command to order,

nevertheless oft by chance things happen that delight.

Permit Phaedra lose her wealth, you'll spare Hippolytus, Neptune,

the grandfather's bull won't scare the nephew's horses.

Pasiphae rendered poor, would have loved more than wisely:

voluptuous love is nurtured by riches.

Why did no woman courtroom Irus, no man court Hecale

because the i was a beggar, and the other poor.

Poverty has nothing with which it can feed its love:

even so it's not worth wishing to exist poor.

But there's value in not indulging in the theatre,

till beloved's truly vanished from your empty centre,

The zithers, and lutes and lyres unman you lot,

and the sound and waving limbs of the troupe.

There lovers' parts are danced, continually:

the actor, with art shows, what delights: and what you lot must avoid.

I speak unwillingly now: don't touch the tender poets!

Disloyally I banish even my own gifts.

Shun Callimachus: he's no enemy of Love:

and as well as Callimachus, you lot Philetas practice impairment.

I'm sure Sappho made me sweeter on my lover,

and Anacreon'south Muse gave out no rigid rules.

Who can accept read your songs, in safety, Tibullus,

or you, Propertius, whose piece of work was Cynthia alone?

Who could depart harshly from reading Gallus?

And I'm not sure some such doesn't audio in my songs also.

Part Fifteen: Love your Rival

Unless Apollo, the patron of our piece of work, deceives the poet,

rivalry's the greatest cause that troubles us:

so don't let yourself imagine any rival,

and best believe she lies in bed lone.

That'due south why Orestes loved Hermione the more than,

because she'd started to become another homo'south.

Why grieve, Menelaus? You went wife-less to Crete,

and could exercise without your bride for all that while.

Not till Paris snatched her, did you miss your spouse:

through another'southward love your ain increased.

And, in Briseis'south abduction, it was this Achilles cried for,

the pleasure to Agamemnon of taking her.

Believe me he didn't cry in vain: the son of Atreus took her,

who'd take been shamefully timid if he hadn't.

Certainly I'd have taken her, and I'chiliad no wiser than him:

she was the greatest reward of envy.

For he swore past his sceptre Briseis was untouched,

but he did non recall the sceptre was a god.

May the gods let you shun the door of the girl you left behind,

and your feet be adequate to your resolve.

And y'all tin: only take the will to hold on: go difficult now,

now the task'southward to plunge your spur into your swift equus caballus.

Imagine in that lair are Lotos-eaters, Sirens:

add your oars' effort at present to your sails.

He likewise, who once grieved you with excessive rivalry,

I want yous to cease thinking of him every bit an enemy.

Now, though yous still hate him, you lot should certainly greet him:

as presently every bit you can kiss him you lot'll be cured.

Part XVI: The Doctor's Terminal Advice

Behold, there'south still your diet, to completeall the medico's duties,

I'll give you what to eat and avoid.

Italian onions, or the ones they transport yous, from the shores of Great socialist people's libyan arab jamahiriya,

or the ones that come up from Megara, every one will practice you impairment.

It'due south no less plumbing equipment to avoid that lustful garden rocket,

and whatever readies these bodies of ours for making dearest.

Ameliorate to eat rue, which sharpens up the eyesight,

and whatsoever stops these bodies of ours from making dearest.

Yous ask what I teach virtually the gifts of Bacchus?

Look to exist enlightened, by my warnings, very briefly.

Wine prepares your heart for dear, unless y'all take enough,

and your wits are stupefied, overcome past the neat juice.

By wind a fire is fed, by current of air it is extinguished:

light breezes fan the flames, heavier gusts will kill them.

So don't drink at all, or beverage then much your cares all vanish:

if information technology's anywhere between the two it'south bound to do you lot damage.

This work is done: hang garlands on my weary prow:

I've reached the port for which my course was fix.

Shortly you'll say your holy prayers to the shrine of the poet,

men and women, healed by my song.

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