Look what the Capitol is now, and what it was: you’d say it belonged to a different Jove. But let us pursue our voyage and, so that our wearied bark may reach the haven at last, let us have done with illustrations and speak straight to the point. We can make beauties that please us widely known: you’ll have heard of Lycoris from East to West: Add that guile is absent from the sacred poets. Tell him that some imaginary servant always has his plaguey eye upon you. He longs for fame. That’s no creature. Don't laugh too often and too loud. You’ll scarcely credit it, but credit this: Troy would remain. Look at whoever looks at you; smile back when you're smiled at; if anyone makes signs to you, send back an answering signal. He smoulders with a small fire like a damp torch or like green wood fresh hewn on the mountain top. The majority of you have not been vouchsafed this favour. Make him uneasy, and let him fear there's something more than just what meets his eye,. That is the guerdon we look for to crown our toil. Stir him with a dismal watchman, fictitiously set to guard you. The body’s artistes, the theatre’s spectacle, are loved: so great’s the gracefulness of their agility. But nothing brings amends for what Time filches from us. Let a woman noted for her length of body. they’re oils extracted from the unwashed fleece of a sheep. Blush not, O Phœbe, that thou didst love Endymion upon the Latmian height. Iron crumbles, stone’s worn away with use: that part’s sufficient, and escapes all fear of harm. Some such tricks as these are needed, or his ardour would soon die down. Don't treat your maid so as to make her in terror of you. and a rival often has to retrace the journey he began. not to know how to play: playing often brings on love. The hind does not train the hounds to hunt her. Taking pains brings beauty: beauty neglected dies. or short tongues pressed into their creases: don’t be ensnared by a toga of finest threads. let a woman look longingly at her young man, sigh deeply. How can a guard make sure that you can’t write. Alas, it is too late; thy wife lies low, pierced by the arrow thou thyself hast sped! And learn to sweep both hands across the genial harp, Let Callimachus, be known to you, Coan Philetas. That marble, once an unhewn block, is now a masterpiece--Venus, naked, wringing the water from her dripping hair. Others may delight in ancient times: I congratulate myself. If your legs are thin, don't be seen unlacing your sandals. Add that the time of youth is shortened by childbirth: the field’s exhausted by continual harvest. The sort of thing such men will tell you, they've said over and over again to other women. Take the food daintily: how you eat does matter: don’t smear your face all over with a greasy hand. In book two, Ovid shows how to keep her. It often happens that the dogs scour the woods and hills in vain, and then the stag comes of his own accord, and steps into the net. Liber I: Liber II: Liber III: Liber IV: Liber V: Liber VI: Liber VII: Liber VIII: Liber IX No blushes shown: you can see them coming, openly. The golden figures shining from the ornate theatre. Of course there are innumerable ways of doing it. left all by herself on an unknown island! Why do I offer my naked bosom to be pierced? The Ars amatoria, or "Art of Love," offers a striking and puzzling handbook on seduction from around the period of Augustus' moral and matrimonial reforms. when, however many times she’s needed, a friend feigns illness. and, if you check, they’re rarely accused of fraud. That depends greatly on the skill of the person that dresses it. All your charms remain; and even if a thousand should partake of them, those charms would still be unimpaired. with cosmetics, to conceal the all too patent evidence of the growing years. Don't appear too accommodating to him, if he's a youngster; on the other hand, don't rap him too severely over the knuckles. There are men who get on good terms with women by making out they love them; and having done so, proceed disgracefully to fleece them. Now if too soon you yield, too soon you'll lose your love. I find it better suited to my tastes, not because nowadays we ransack the bowels of the earth for gold, and import purple dyes from distant shores; not because we see the mountains shrink because we are eternally quarrying them for marble; not because vast moles keep far away the billows of the deep; but because we enjoy the amenities of life, and because those rough and boorish ways, which for a long time characterised our ancestors, have not endured to our day. One piece against two is bound to go under. Let the small be carried by a horse: Andromache. If you’re short sit down, lest, standing, you seem to sit: there also, so your measure can’t be taken. . Once well out on the open sea, I shall be borne along by a stronger wind. I want to kiss your shoulder, as far as it’s shown. But there’s measure here as in most things: both the rustic’s stride. If you are too confiding, others will win the quarry that belonged to you and someone else will net the hare that you had started. A careful toilet will make you attractive, but without such attention, the loveliest faces lose their charm, even were they comparable to those of the Idalian goddess herself. even though the grapes were picked on Spanish hills: then there are drugs that bring deep sleep. Always have the bait ready. Don’t strain your lungs with continual laughter. I’ll start with how you look: good wine comes from vines. O mortal girls go to the goddesses for your examples. But avoid the man that makes a parade of his clothes and his good looks, and is on the tenterhooks lest his hair should get ruffled. In the throng there is perhaps one lover in whom her charms will strike an answering chord. W ith arms against the Amazons I have furnished the Greeks. More than one ship has sailed to perdition with a following wind. The Sirens were sea-monsters, who, with singing voice. Venus, from your temple, all glittering with gold. Andromache, who was as tall as an Amazon, never comported herself like that with Hector. Cephalus, thinking it some wild creature of the woods, quickly seizes his bow, and even now he holds in his hands the fatal shaft. Write elegantly girls, but in neutral ordinary words. berries (since her hair was crowned with myrtle): glowed, and a whole weight lifted from my spirit. from the three books stamped with the title Amores. If you are short, let your lover be the steed. It was not right to expose you, all defenceless as you were, to the attacks of a well-armed foe. Who doubts I’d wish a girl to know how to dance. Dai Wangshu’s Chinese translation of the Ars amatoria was first published in 1929 by Shuimo (water foam) Bookstore, a small-scale press in Shanghai founded and run by Dai himself and his friends Shi Zhecun (1905–2003), Liu Na’ou (1905–40), and Du Heng (1907–64) to publish their own works. enter upon love's battle in the pose best suited to her charms. where one piece can be lost to two opponents. That suits you pale-skinned girls especially: when I see it. What, O hapless one, art thou about to do? Later let him sense a rival, the bed’s shared pact: The horse runs swiftly from the starting gate. Look on a man seductively; keep sighing deeply; ask him why he's been so long in coming; make out you're jealous; sham indignation; look as if you're weeping, and even scratch his face for him. on having been born just now: this age suits my nature. or because blue waters retreat from the piers: but because civilisation’s here, and no crudity remains. What am I talking of, madman? great horned Bacchus, and the Nine goddesses! in clothes that hang loosely from your shoulders. The wolf shadows many sheep, to snatch just one. The bird doesn't tell the fowler the way to snare her. A mutilated animal, a barren field, a leafless tree are hideous things to see: a bald head is not less so. You know how to acquire whiteness with a layer of powder: she who doesn’t blush by blood, indeed, blushes by art. of casual loss: your gifts are freed from loss. Light spills should be poured from the open bag. Nor is the door the only way to get into a woman's house. Let others belaud those ancient times; I am satisfied to be a child of to-day. Procris? To man she opens forth an ampler field: to him the flying ball, the spear, the quoit and, daring feats of horsemanship. My host of pupils is composed of fair women and of plain, and these latter always outnumber the rest. What words could describe the sickening smell of the œsypum although it comes from Athens; that oily juice which they extract from the fleece of sheep. your head if you hear that you are not the only pebble on the beach. And now that Zephyr, who did cause me so to err, bears away my spirit in the breeze. when he has others to pass, and others follow. Now dost thou repent thee of thy deed. Nemesis and Cynthia are famous names; Lycoris from East to West is known, and now on every hand they want to know who is this Corinna that I sing about. You too shouldn’t weight your ears with costly stones. ‘Capaneus, receive me! when it runs in fallen drops to your warm breast? Then no player trusts another: "The pieces have been tampered with," they cry; and to have fresh ones they insist; and many a time, I've seen their faces bathed with tears. ’Tis thus that love, after making essay with harmless arrows, draws from his quiver his pointed darts. Love's dominion, like a king's, admits of no partition. Let every woman, then, learn to know herself, and to. concealed in the deep curves of her warm breasts? If the beautiful women of ancient times recked not of their appearance, the men were not a whit less careless. But let us leave these minor details for graver subjects; let us cram on all sail. Who hoards the vast waters of the hollow deep? What’s hidden is unknown: nothing unknown’s desired: there’s no prize for a face that truly lacks a witness. But neither Phoebus’s tripods nor Ammon’s horn. that you can even ask for my advice there too. Most of these various artifices would give us a. nasty turn, if you didn't take care not to let us see them. At the mere sight of it, I should be mad to cover all I could touch with kisses. There you will recognise the colour of the myrtle of Paphos; here the purple amethyst, the whitening rose, or the Thracian stork; and here again the colour of thy chestnuts, Amaryllis, or thy almonds, or the colour of that stuff to which wax has given its name. It is a bad thing for a woman not to know how to play, for love often comes into being during play. Look at the Capitol; compare it now with what it once was. If you have too full a bust, contain it with a brassière. Have fun while it’s allowed, while your years are in their prime: The wave that’s past can’t be recalled again. Graceful dancers delight your theatre-goer. no warm south-westerly threatening heavy rain. his Theban bride, was too tall to straddle Hector’s horse. There’s a sacred fountain, and sweet green-turfed ground. ’Tis no wild animal . will lie alone, and aged, in the cold of night. the face, gorges the veins with blood, and kindles in the eye the fiery fury of the Gorgon. We hate sad girls too: let Ajax choose Tecmessa: I’d never ask you, Andromache, or you, Tecmessa. If you’re teeth are blackened, large, or not in line. ), this favour will always be asked of you while you live.’, She spoke, and she gave me a leaf, and a few myrtle. naked Venus squeezing water from her wet hair. No matter; if only I can be of service, I will loyally continue to impart my lessons, even if it means another Lemnian outrage. and takes his sharp arrows from his quiver. Especially if he’s cultured, pleased with his mirror. examine them, you’ll despise them: gilding hiding wood: but the crowd’s not allowed to approach them till they’re done. and Tartarus’s lake and Cerberus, the triple-headed hound. This will renew the slumbering fires of love. the darker then have recourse to linen from Alexandria. What can a woman's keeper do when there are so many theatres in Rome, when she can go sometimes to a chariot race, sometimes to religious celebrations where men are not allowed to show their faces? my works not all given to Lethe’s streams: and someone will say: ‘Read our master’s cultured song, in which he teaches both the sexes: or choose. Nought but the liquid which she may take in again at will. Though Adonis was given to Venus, whom she mourns to this day. But it's not, of course, to the coarse Caucasian women I am addressing my remarks, nor yet to the women who drink the waters of the Caicus. I was once suddenly announced arriving at some girl’s: in her confusion she put her hair on wrong way round. Act then, my dears, in such a way as to make us think you love us; there's nothing easier, for a man readily believes what he wants to believe. and we know too well how to love with perfect faith. Why show a naked front. We can’t stand sweetness: bitterness renews our taste: often a yacht sinks swamped by a favourable wind: their husbands can come to them when they wish: add a closed door and a hard-mouthed janitor. Though you excel Thamyras and Amoebeus in song. her wits and the true colour of her face returned. Doth a torch lose aught of its brightness by giving flame to another torch? Book one of Ars amatoria was written to show a man how to find a woman. Let an ungainly foot be hid in a white leathern shoe. Woman cannot resist the flames and cruel darts of love, shafts which, methinks, pierce not the heart of man so deeply. Tell him your husband's green with jealousy and always on the prowl. There are a whole host of things we men should know nothing about. Cephalus, distraught with grief, bears in his arms his dying loved one, and with his tears doth bathe her cruel wound. Muses, don’t smash the wheels with galloping. Now look, too, at this golden yellow; ’tis the colour of the ram which once on a time saved Phryxus and Helle from the snares of Ino. There’s a thousand games to be had: it’s shameful for a girl. A woman will appear wearing a mass of hair that she has just purchased. Some women cannot laugh without making a hideous grimace; others try to show how pleased they are, and you would imagine they were crying; others offend the car with harsh and ugly sounds; like the noise a dirty old she-ass makes as she brays at the mill-stone. but nevertheless he holds the flames of Etna. Falsely, Jason left Medea, already a mother: As far as you knew, Theseus, the sea birds fed on Ariadne. If your breath is strong, you should never talk when your stomach's empty, and always keep some distance away from your lover. or cornelian cherries not yet fit for us to eat. . And the jailor’s attention’s fuddled with much wine. In book two, Ovid shows how to keep her. Ovid was born in the Paelignian town of Sulmo (modern-day Sulmona, in the province of L'Aquila, Abruzzo), in an Apennine valley east of Rome, to an important equestrian family, the gens Ovidia, on 20 March 43 BC.That was a significant year in Roman politics. Thomas Heywood (ca 1573-1641) was a major Renaissance playwright who wrote or collaborated on over two hundred plays. Ah! And thou, Amphion, righteous avenger of thy mother's wrong, didst thou not behold stones rise up at the sound of thy voice and range themselves into walls? how many ways you have to repair the damage! the weary youth often settled on this spot, ‘Come, fickle breeze (Aura), who cools my heat’, he used to sing, ‘be welcome to my breast.’. Consider it: and read what, gathered from his own words, he said. And wait a little while before you answer: waiting. Each volume includes a comprehensive introduction. Denials must be sometimes mingled with dalliance. from birth, laughing would be a fatal error. before the eyes of Hercules and the Virgin Muses Choir. If your fingers are stumpy and your nails unsightly, don't gesticulate when you are talking. Nor does my voice say sell it, just don’t be afraid. Iron and stone will wear thin by rubbing; that precious part of you defies attrition, and you need never fear ’twill wear away. What was less hoped for by Andromeda, in chains, Often a lover’s found at a husband’s funeral: walking. by A .S. and tongues forced to make lisping sounds to order? and perhaps, from its intent, what he might anxiously be asking. Man were ignoble when thus arm'd to show Unequal force against a naked foe; No glory from such conquest can be gain'd, And odds are always by the brave disdain'd. The poet who had outpoured the vials of his scorn on the wife of Menelaus, soon repented, and sang her praises in a palinode. ... 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. A leader that knows his business will entrust, to one officer the command of a hundred infantrymen, to another a squadron of cavalry, to another, the standards. Those with thick fingers and bitten nails. Let me compare it to the tactics of a general commanding an army. He won't scratch and tear his sweetheart's dainty check till the blood comes. No doubt our minds are sweetened by gentle art. The subjunctive is used since it is a deliberative question. One woman will let her hair fall loose on either shoulder, like Apollo when he holds his dulcet lyre. What avails a beautiful face if none be there to see it? Still, it is only half the battle merely to play well; the important thing is to be master of yourself. Glance at a glance, smile tenderly at a smile: he nods, you too return the signal you received. If your shoulder-blades are prominent, little pads will correct the defect. This assumed defect lends them an added charm; so they actually practise speaking imperfectly. You can get the keeper under, however prying he may be, by giving him a good stiff drink; an even if you have to give him Spanish Wine, it's worth it. Then let some smart maid come rushing in crying, "We're ruined," and thrust him, trembling, into a cupboard. Ars Amatoria Book 3 is the first volume in the Oxford Greek and Latin College Commentaries series. Not knowing how to love: your art was lacking: love lasts long through art. Read Wikipedia in Modernized UI. could restrain a ship’s course as they wished. and snatch the holy relics from your Temple, Ino. You hid, Procris, anxiously: he lay down as usual on the grass, and cried: ‘Come you zephyrs, you sweet air (Aura)!’. Thou wouldst rather seek to serve them so long as thou dost. A sleeping woman is a whoreson temptation to a man to transgress the bounds of modesty. Fight with equal resources and let the victory go to he side favoured by beloved Dione and the boy who flies over the whole world. The Rijksmuseum, Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. He won't come battering in or burning down your front door. You knew not how to love. or always have it done at Bona Dea’s fertile temple. Ars Amatoria: The Art of Love by Ovid, translated by J. Lewis May. Charm’s in a defect: they try to speak badly: they’re taught, when they can speak, to speak less. A skilful groom doesn't treat a colt just broken like a horse that has grown used to harness. the mind of mature years and of green youth. and good looks have been harmed by barbarous words! You lacked the art, and art makes love endure. and you, Paris, her Trojan captor, also no fool, withheld. Modesty and the law and your privileges permit. Pluck, then, the rose and lose no time, since if thou pluck it not ’twill fall forlorn and withered, of its own accord. let the bride fear her husband:  to guard a wife is right: it’s fitting, it’s decreed by law, the courts, and modesty. Alas, your girl’s pierced by your spear! these with the cavalry, that man to guard the standard: You too should judge what each of us is good for. was made of wattle when Tatius held the kingship. How soon the wrinkles come; how swiftly fades the colour from the beauteous cheek! What ardour, in your terrified heart? stand firm: and you don’t see two of what’s only one. Her husband was a rough soldier? ), I don’t love unless I’m hurt. He won't rend his garments, or hers either; he won't pull her hair out and make her cry. Yet their aims are not required for my art. When a knowing maid can carry letters you’ve penned. when she’s free to gaze at horses paired together. Lovely girls, the crowd is useful to you. "A woman," you will say, "ought not thus to give herself to a man." Don’t eat before at home, but stop before you’re full: if Paris, Priam’s son, saw Helen eating greedily, he’d detest it, and say: ‘Mine’s a foolish prize.’. That one laughs stridently in a hateful manner. At your song, Amphion, just avenger of your mother. and hide your body’s defects as best you may. to give to you Penthesilea, and your Amazon troop. they seek to acquire beauty also in this way. Why! One day I was announced unexpectedly to my mistress, and in her flurry she put on her false hair all awry. 1930 translation 145968 Ars Amatoria: The Art of Love — Book III Ovid J. Lewis May I HAVE just armed the Greeks against the Amazons; now, Penthesilea, it remains for me to arm thee against the Greeks, thee and thy valiant troop. Sometimes sing over the songs you have heard at the theatre; sometimes sing voluptuous, Oriental airs. "Away with thee, miserable flute, thou deservest not that I should spoil my beauty for thee," said Pallas, when in the stream she beheld her distorted visage. I was going to tell you not to let your armpits smell, and to see that your legs were not rough with bristles. Nevertheless, burden not your ears with those sumptuous pearls which the dusky Indian seeks beneath the green waves. For a little money she can buy another's tresses. The quiet pleased Cephalus: leaving men and dogs behind. Your older warrior loves sensibly and wisely. If you’re hair’s appalling, set a guard at your threshold. wealth which you court us with, often makes us flee. A haughty, disdainful look puts a man out of tune at once, and sometimes, even though a woman doesn't say a word, her countenance betrays something hostile and disagreeable. Still, don’t give cause for grief, excessively. And your accomplice may usefully entice the pestilent fellow to hope for her favours, and by soft dalliance make him oblivious of the fleeting hours. Women don’t brandish flames or cruel bows: I rarely see men harmed by their weapons. When their song fell upon his ears, Ulysses was sore tempted to unbind himself from the mast; as for his companions, their ears were stopped with wax. ABOUT THE SERIES The Oxford Greek and Latin College Commentaries series is designed for students in intermediate or advanced Greek or Latin. Who would have heard of Homer if the Iliad--the deathless Iliad--had never seen the light? from her rash breast, was caught on her sad lover’s lips. or are always loosening your failed hairstyle again. Let us mingle our ashes,’. And perhaps my name will be mingled with those. Ah, no! nor your threshold sprinkled with roses at dawn. the sagging flesh wrinkles. Music is a soothing thing. attack his mistress’s tender cheeks with his nails. ‘Away with you, flute, you’re not worth all that,’. 3 He speaks of love who is very seldom guided by reason. As her joyous error in the name came to the miserable girl. Be mindful first that old age will come to you: so don’t be timid and waste any of your time. with propriety, they weep when and how they wish. Go equal to the fight: let them win, those who are favoured. As she came near, she left her companions in the valley. The Senate-House, now worthy of such debates. Good looks are the gift of God; but how few can pride themselves upon their beauty. Let others seek advantage: faithful to how I started, I’ll go on: I’ll give the Lemnian girls swords to kill me. You have no Field of Mars, no ice-cold Aqua Virgo. Art imitates chance: when Hercules, in captured Oechalia, saw Iole like that, he said: ‘I love that girl.’. and always keep your mouth a distance from your lover. Some will be of Zhane and Karone, others will be of Zhane and Astronema, since Karone and Astronema are the same person. Even if you’re deceived, what do you lose? saying: ‘You can’t,’ and love will touch you too. Still, let the parts of your lower shoulder and upper arm. a woman shows herself in dense bought curls. Often a new husband is discovered at the old one's funeral: nothing makes a woman so alluring as to walk with dishevelled hair and let her tears flow unrestrainedly. and bushes without leaves, and a head without its hair. when male eyes are banned from Bona Dea’s temple. My fair ones, never withhold your favours, from the poets; the gods inspire them and the Muses smile upon them. When she reached the fatal spot, she left her companions in the valley, and treading stealthily made her way boldly into the forest. 5 Achilles, when he was a lad, was put to this centaur to be educated. Book I Part VII: There’s always the Dinner-Table; Book I Part VIII: And Finally There’s the Beach; Book I Part IX: How To Win Her; Book I … even though it’s like that of Venus, the Idalian goddess. a little book, but one whose labour took great care. Even the dumb fish is said to have listened, enchanted, to his song. Let him think there's someone else with whom he has to share your charms. Athenian girls, beware of trusting Theseus’s oaths: those gods he calls to witness, he’s called on before. Artifice should look like carelessness. than I can possibly count so many fashions: And tangled hair suits many girls: often you’d think. Don't eat before meals when you are at home; and when you are at table, learn to be moderate and to eat a little less than you feel inclined to. Our hair, of which time robs us, falls even as the leaves when the North wind brings them down. But as she rises, she makes a rustling in the leaves. When the sea is calm, the mariner. and the door alone doesn’t grant the exits you seek? Things that are hidden no one heeds, and none desires what he has never known. A slight gives a new life to our dying flame, and I confess that, for my own part, I couldn't go on loving unless I had a set-back to endure from time to time. I am not telling you to make drabs of yourselves; but merely not to be scared of some imaginary ill; the bestowal of such gifts will never make you poor. Mind you don't lose a fresh lover when he realises the trap you are laying for him. But don’t be tricked by hair gleaming with liquid nard. Even if you were plain, eyes dimmed by wine would think you beautiful, and night would fling a veil over your imperfections. The other is an old campaigner. Read reviews from world’s largest community for readers. Ennius, born in the mountains of Calabria, was deemed worthy of being buried nigh to thee, great Scipio. stood Venus herself, and ordered me to teach you. When she can hide papers fastened to her calf. Already the noontide sun had curtailed the shadows and looked down at equal distances upon the East and West, when Cephalus, the son of the Cyllenian god, comes to the forest and bathes his face in the cool waters of a spring. No more shall rival swains come of a night and, battling for your favours, batter down your doors; no more, of a morning, will you find your threshold strewn with roses. Thus she spake, and from the wreath that crowned her hair, she took a leaf and a few myrtle berries, the which she gave to me. If girls of old didn’t cultivate their bodies in that way. and be associated herself with long delays. Jupiter himself is pleased with the gifts he’s given. that dusky India gathers in its green waters. While wit works, seek your orders here girls. They’re taught to cry. which man and woman equally should enjoy. And it’s not safe to fall asleep at table: many shameful things usually happen in sleep. Start studying Ars Amatoria 1 Translation. Neatness is what we like. When it would be easier for you to have him admitted by the door, insist on his climbing in at a window, and put on a scared expression when he looks at you. What fatal resolution. he’ll straight away be convinced: and she’ll be pitied, and he’ll say: ‘She’s seized by love of me.’. and be able to recite tender Propertius’s song, and the high-flown speech of Varro’s fleece. that girl would scarcely know her own face. Unhappy is the woman who feels no answering thrill. One delights us with her loose flowing ringlets, another by wearing her hair closely patted down upon her temples. Our good leader trusts those commanders with a squad. But you, whatever wrong occurs, be lightly troubled. but let something soft and feminine ring out. Let an ugly foot be hidden in snow-white leather: and don’t loose the bands from skinny legs. 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