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Ovid

Liber Secundus

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Hoc quoque conposui Paelignis natus aquosis, ille ego nequitiae Naso poeta meae. hoc quoque iussit Amor—procul hinc, procul este, severae! non estis teneris apta theatra modis. 5me legat in sponsi facie non frigida virgo, et rudis ignoto tactus amore puer; atque aliquis iuvenum quo nunc ego saucius arcu agnoscat flammae conscia signa suae, miratusque diu “quo” dicat” ab indice doctus 10conposuit casus iste poeta meos?” Ausus eram, memini, caelestia dicere bella centimanumque Gyen1—et satis oris erat— cum male se Tellus ulta est, ingestaque Olympo ardua devexum Pelion Ossa tulit. 15in manibus nimbos et cum Iove fulmen habebam, quod bene pro caelo mitteret ille suo— Clausit amica fores! ego cum Iove fulmen omisi; excidit ingenio Iuppiter ipse meo. Iuppiter, ignoscas! nil me tua tela iuvabant; 20clausa tuo maius ianua fulmen habet.

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The Amores

Book The Second

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This, too, is the work of my pen—mine, Naso’s, born among the humid Paeligni,a the well-known singer of my own worthless ways. This, too, have I wrought at the bidding of Love—away from me, far away, ye austere fair! Ye are no fit audience for my tender strains. For my readers I want the maid not cold at the sight of her promised lover’s face, and the untaught boy touched by passion till now unknown; and let some youth who is wounded by the same bow as I am now, know in my lines the record of his own heart’s flame, and, long wondering, say: “From what tatler has this poet learned, that hehas put in verse my own mishaps?”

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I had dared, I remember, to sing—nor was my utterance too weak—of the wars of Heaven, and Gyas of the hundred hands, when Earth made her ill attempt at vengeance, and steep Ossa, with shelving Pelion on its back, was piled upon Olympus. I had in hand the thunder-clouds, and Jove with the lightning he was to hurl to save his own heaven.

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My beloved closed her door! I—let fall Jove with his lightning; Jove’s very self dropped from my thoughts. Jove, pardon me! Thy bolts could not serve me; that door she closed was a thunderbolt greater than thine. I have taken again to my proper

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DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.ovid-amores.1914