I would that, when the wine-cup is placed upon the table, she should be accomplished in swaying her arms to the measure of the music. Venus - Cornelis Bloemaert (II) (Dutch, 1603 - 1692) For a little money she can buy another's tresses. Come late, and come upon us charmingly in the lamplight: you’ll come with pleasing delay: delay’s a grand seductress. has Clytemnestra, her sister, to charge with crime. which, if not plucked, will of itself, shamefully, fall. saying: ‘You can’t,’ and love will touch you too. An oval-shaped head suggests a plain parting: A round face asks for a small knot on the top. Aurora arrays herself when, moist with dew, she yokes her shining coursers to her car. That will stimulate his ardour. You will appear all the lovelier when you've put on the finishing touch. He burns, alas, with slow fires, like wet straw. so that it falls, loosely spread, across your shoulders. her wits and the true colour of her face returned. But your older man is not a bit like that. 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? Another tied up behind, in Diana’s usual style. ABOUT THE SERIES The Oxford Greek and Latin College Commentaries series is designed for students in intermediate or advanced Greek or Latin. Though as many eyes as Argus owned observe you. Perhaps you won't believe this, and yet it's perfectly true: Troy would still be standing, if the Trojans had listened to old Priam's advice. of golden wool, Phrixus, your sister Helle’s lament: and Aeneas the wanderer, the beginnings of mighty Rome. Things that are hidden no one heeds, and none desires what he has never known. She sees him lie on the accustomed sward and hears him cry, "Come, thou sweet Zephyr, come thou cooling breeze." But soon let. There are also potions that induce sleep and cloud the brain with a darkness as heavy as Lethean night. You too, whom Lucina’s marked with childbirth’s wrinkles. FREE Shipping. by being lazy, and to wash your face each morning in water? It is no thanks to thee, O Theseus, that Ariadne, abandoned on an unknown shore, fell not a prey to the birds of the sea. Tell me. . Consider it: and read what, gathered from his own words, he said. Women with round faces should wear their hair lightly twisted into a knot on the top of the head, leaving the ears exposed. Ah me! Melanion bore Atalanta's legs upon his shoulders; if your legs are as beautiful as hers, put them in the same position. I care not for those golden flounces, or wool twice dipped in Tyrian purple? Such tantrums as that are only permitted in youngsters, in the heyday of youth and heat. lest the single tablet contain two hands. How many things revolt us in the process, which delight us in the achievement. Tell him that some imaginary servant always has his plaguey eye upon you. Though Adonis was given to Venus, whom she mourns to this day. Porch when your head’s on fire with Virgo’s heavenly horses: visit the holy Palatine of laurel-wreathed Phoebus: the arcades Livia, Caesar’s wife, and his sister, Octavia, started. This woman, for example, walks with an elegant swing from the hips; her gown floats gracefully in the breeze, and she moves with dignity and charm. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2003. But there are not more acorns on an oak tree, more bees on Hybla, or wild beasts on the mountains, than there are modes of doing a woman's hair, and new ones are invented every day. make sparing use of gestures whenever you speak. The years flow on like to the waters of a river. Aren’t true words cheated by the voice. who could bear it? And, you, sacred powers of poetry. You must have a soft, appealing expression, if you want to attract a lover. We’re reckless, and revealed by eagerness itself. no warm south-westerly threatening heavy rain. all these fine gentlemen is nothing but a crook, whose sole aim is to rob you of your fine clothes. What will the wise man do, when a very fool knows the value of a gift? Anger enters, ugly mischief, desire for gain. You fear not to increase the brightness of your eyes with finely powdered ash, or with the saffron that grows on the banks of the Cydnus. Choose then with care, for all colours are not becoming to all people. A woman will appear wearing a mass of hair that she has just purchased. Our hair, of which time robs us, falls even as the leaves when the North wind brings them down. And repeat what you just heard in the marble theatre. Go equal to the fight: let them win, those who are favoured. Who’s not offended by cream smeared all over your face. You have no Field of Mars, no ice-cold Aqua Virgo. Some women look well with their hair done in careless fashion: you might think it hadn't been done since yesterday. No matter; if only I can be of service, I will loyally continue to impart my lessons, even if it means another Lemnian outrage. stand firm: and you don’t see two of what’s only one. in clothes that hang loosely from your shoulders. Once well out on the open sea, I shall be borne along by a stronger wind. You too whom nature denies sexual feeling. and close eyes overcome by Lethe’s night: or your maid can rightly detain the wretch with lengthy games. Then swift as lightning, in a tempest of fury, her hair flying in the wind, she tore across the country like some fierce Mænad. Her husband was a rough soldier? In book two, Ovid shows how to keep her. Ovid: Ars Amatoria, Book III (Cambridge Classical Texts and Commentaries) by Ovid and Roy K. Gibson | Jun 16, 2003. I should also disapprove of your using stag's marrow, or of your cleaning your teeth when anyone is there to see. But if he doesn't run quite straight himself, don't, whatever you do, put yourself out too much about it. The sort of thing such men will tell you, they've said over and over again to other women. Still, let the parts of your lower shoulder and upper arm. That is especially becoming to women who have a white skin. Still safe loving should be mixed with fright. It includes an Introduction, a revision of E. J. Kenney's Oxford text of the book, and detailed line-by-line and section-by-section commentary on the language and ideas of the text. and hide your body’s defects as best you may. Blown tresses suit this girl, loosely scattered: that one’s encircled by tight-bound hair. with loosened hair and unchecked weeping suits you. What you write him should be ladylike, but simple and direct. I die before my time, but not wounded by a rival: that will ensure you, earth, lie lightly on me. If you’re teeth are blackened, large, or not in line. When he’s practised, so, the boy leaves the foils. It’s more fitting, and it suits girls more, to drink: Bacchus you don’t go badly with Venus’s boy. and, if you check, they’re rarely accused of fraud. can’t want her request to carry any weight. press the bed with her knees, arch her neck slightly. Now my spirit departs into that air with its deceptive name: He held the body of his dying lady on his sad breast. But I don’t forbid your hair being freely combed. As her joyous error in the name came to the miserable girl. falls like the leaves stripped by the north wind. and dawn and twilight were parted equally: behold, Cephalus, Hermes’s child, returned to the wood. It was the standard English translation of the Ars in the seventeenth century, so popular that it was pirated almost as soon as he had written it--then printed, sold, reprinted, … and throw back your head with its flowing tresses. Where does art not penetrate? He longs for fame. Who would have known Danaë if, for ever a. prisoner, she had languished till old age came upon her in her tower? If a man's rich, make. Look at those brilliant ornaments that adorn the stage. But only tip the keeper once a year. when his outer layer was seven hides of an ox? and a warrior wars without his companion who’s been taken. Let an ugly foot be hidden in snow-white leather: and don’t loose the bands from skinny legs. he’ll believe he could touch the goddesses with love. On no account send these evidences of your passion to an inexperienced lover. Wherefore did Phyllis return nine times to the seashore? and each calls on their outraged deities: there’s no honour, they seek to cancel their debts at whim: and often I’ve seen cheeks wet with tears. let the bride fear her husband: to guard a wife is right: it’s fitting, it’s decreed by law, the courts, and modesty. that you can even ask for my advice there too. Especially if he’s cultured, pleased with his mirror. In the third book of his Ars Amatoria Ovid advises women how to seduce men. A woman whose teeth are discoloured, or prominent, or uneven, will often give herself away when she laughs. the dew-wet goddess yokes her shining horses: this, Paphian myrtle: this, purple amethyst. Foul fall the knaves that compel me to give you such advice. In those far-off days, the ways of our forefathers were rude and simple. your head if you hear that you are not the only pebble on the beach. I am ashamed to proceed, but Venus whispers encouragingly in my ear. Take care to wipe your hand, and don't leave dirty finger-marks about your mouth. There’s a sacred fountain, and sweet green-turfed ground. lest he consider you hardly worth a night. What they tell you they’ve told a thousand girls: their love wanders and lingers in no one place. If your shoulder-blades are prominent, little pads will correct the defect. 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? Such, too, was Ariadne, forsaken on the shores of Naxos, when Bacchus bore her away in his chariot, while the Satyrs cried, "Evoë" Ah, you women! what was good at first, nothing as good will follow. Ars Amatoria Book 3 is the first volume in the Oxford Greek and Latin College Commentaries series. was made of wattle when Tatius held the kingship. and the colour, there, is lost from the bright cheek. or ripe quinces arching on their branches. Blush not, O Phœbe, that thou didst love Endymion upon the Latmian height. So too a lovely woman must let the people see her: and perhaps there’ll be one among them she attracts. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. that you recite softly with sweetly-teachable lips: or let your voice sing those letters he composed, the Heroides: he invented that form unknown to others.’. near to the bright slopes of flowered Hymettus: the low woods form a grove: strawberry-trees touch the grass. Wrongs relight the dying fires, as you wish: See (I confess! When you like it, show it with cries and panting breath: Ah! In book two, Ovid shows how to keep her. with precise calculation, as the fleeting year has months: a smaller board presents three stones each on either side. Characters written in fresh milk are a well-known means of secret communication. Music is a soothing thing. A woman, who is conspicuously tall, should kneel with her head turned slightly sideways. The poet who had outpoured the vials of his scorn on the wife of Menelaus, soon repented, and sang her praises in a palinode. The golden figures shining from the ornate theatre. Now forbear to condemn the whole sex for the crimes of a few of its members; let every woman be judged on her own merits. His love is more sure; the other's is more blithe, but it doesn't last so long. and don’t deny your delights to loving men. Woman, what can you do with a man more delicate than you. Don’t ask for brocade. 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. Hornless cows are ugly, fields are ugly without grass. or Helen, whom Menelaus, being no fool, reclaimed. Who has not heard of the wonders wrought by Arion with his lyre? Should we fear to take water from the mighty ocean? even learn to weep gracefully; to cry when they will, and as much as they will. the sagging flesh wrinkles. 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. Look at the Capitol; compare it now with what it once was. The one, a new recruit, is fighting for the first time in his life beneath the standards of love; he has never before been captured, and now that you have snared him, you must let him know none but you. This is the first full-scale commentary devoted to the third book of Ovid’s Ars amatoria. Don’t leave out seductive coos and delightful murmurings. No woman taught under my control should fail to know. She who has youthful thighs, and faultless breasts. So why remind you not to let your teeth get blackened. Title page of a 1644 edition of Ars amatoria, published in Frankfurt. Man is ever a deceiver; woman deceives but rarely. That’s no creature. Why should I know what it is that makes your skin so white? O grant it so, Phoebus! "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. which man and woman equally should enjoy. Athenian girls, beware of trusting Theseus’s oaths: those gods he calls to witness, he’s called on before. Nor does my voice say sell it, just don’t be afraid. When the Bona Dea turns away from her temples all men save, perchance, a few whom she has bidden to come; when the unhappy keeper has to keep an eye on his mistress's clothes outside the baths, in which, maybe, men are securely hiding? And peradventure shall my name with theirs be numbered, and my writings shall not be given over to the waters of Lethe, and perchance someone will say, "Read o’er these dainty lines wherein our Master gives instruction both to men and women; or choose, in those three books, the which he calls the Loves, passages which you will read with sweetly modulated voice; or, if thou wilt, declaim with skill one of those letters from his Heroines, a kind of work unknown before his time and whereof he himself was the inventor." We’re captivated by elegance: don’t ignore your hair: beauty’s granted or denied by a hand’s touch. You too if you looked in the mirror in your anger. BOOK I. Let every woman, then, learn to know herself, and to. But I’m not teaching girls from the Caucasian hills. Shameful a woman lying there, drenched with too much wine: she’s worthy of sleeping with anyone who’ll have her. A mutilated animal, a barren field, a leafless tree are hideous things to see: a bald head is not less so. Alas that the temple of bliss should have its secrets and mysteries. Ah, no! Pleasure that comes with safety’s less enjoyable: though you’re freer than Thais, pretend fear. What destroyed you all, I ask? Doubtless it is a shame for a man to keep such damning proofs; but they put into his hands weapons as terrible as the fires of Etna. "Give me back my property," is what you are always hearing in every court of justice. But since, though you lack the marriage ribbons. What’s hidden is unknown: nothing unknown’s desired: there’s no prize for a face that truly lacks a witness. and takes his sharp arrows from his quiver. Black suits a fair complexion: it became Briseis; she was dressed in black when she was carried off. The air shone purer round about me, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from my heart. One girl will distort her face perversely by guffawing: another shakes with laughter, you’d think she’s crying. Taking pains brings beauty: beauty neglected dies. I lately complained, I remember, that one must beware of one's friends. It were better for a young woman to drink, rather than to eat, too freely. Have fun while it’s allowed, while your years are in their prime: The wave that’s past can’t be recalled again. Think of Protesilaus, and Laodameia who they say. She died, and her breath, passing little by little. Learn, too, to sweep the strings of the joyous psaltery with either hand. leaving the forehead free, showing the ears. When Andromeda was chained to her rock, how was she to hope that anyone should have compassion on her tears? A few things shameful to mention, she must know how to call. Book III The men are arm'd, and for the fight prepare, And now we must instruct and arm the fair. I nearly forgot the skilful ways by which you can. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. How quickly (ah me!) If you have too full a bust, contain it with a brassière. The larger number among you lack such gifts. 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. and lay hidden, an old woman, in her tower? The hour that hath sped returns again no more. Make him uneasy, and let him fear there's something more than just what meets his eye,. Artifice should look like carelessness. Only wanton loves are the burden of my discourse; to women I am about to teach the art of making themselves beloved. What am I talking of, madman? Alas, your girl’s pierced by your spear! Ennius, born in the mountains of Calabria, was deemed worthy of being buried nigh to thee, great Scipio. book the third. When he's held out his hand once, he'll be holding it out for ever. A pale girl scatters bright stripes across her body. The beautiful ones don’t seek art and instruction: they have their dowry, beauty potent without art: the sailor rests secure when the sea’s calm: Still, faultless forms are rare: conceal your faults. Sometimes sing over the songs you have heard at the theatre; sometimes sing voluptuous, Oriental airs. Look at Laodamia, who, in order to join her husband in the grave, died long before her tale of years was told. Now if too soon you yield, too soon you'll lose your love. could restrain a ship’s course as they wished. ", https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Ars_Amatoria:_The_Art_of_Love/3&oldid=4385776, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. and I don’t approve of openly cleaning your teeth: it makes for beauty, but it’s not beautiful to watch: many things that please when done, are ugly in the doing: What now carries the signature of busy Myron. Venus, from your temple, all glittering with gold. and however ill she is can leave her bed. As she came near, she left her companions in the valley. My fair ones, never withhold your favours, from the poets; the gods inspire them and the Muses smile upon them. We also dislike gloomy women. Endymion causes you no blushes, on Latmos, Moon. 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. acts as a spur to love. Often lift your feet above the threshold. 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. like the swift child of Parthia, turn your mount around. A wife should fear her husband; she should be well looked after; that is quite as it should be; law, equity, decency--all require it so. Such was the style of Laodamia. A well-tended vine yields a good harvest, and high stands the corn on the well-tilled field. (source: Nielsen Book Data) Summary This is a full-scale commentary devoted to the third book of Ovid's Ars Amatoria. This hue resembles saffron; it is the colour wherein. False Jason cast off Medea when she was already a mother, and took another woman to his arms. Ay, a god dwells within us and we commerce with the skies. and we know too well how to love with perfect faith. Let an ungainly foot be hid in a white leathern shoe. We’ll think you too are sleeping while you do your face: Why should I know the source of the brightness in your looks? Snakes shed their old age with their fragile skin. There’s a thousand ways to do it: simple and least effort. "What you blush to tell," says she, "is the most important part of the whole matter." Now let us take the buttons off the foils, and to it with naked weapons; though, likely enough, I am instructing you for my own undoing. This one delights in being adorned by tortoiseshell from Cyllene: that one presents a likeness to the curves of a wave. Wherever she be, let her show herself eager to please, and let her be mindful of everything that could enhance her charms. brought it to the wife’s fearful hearing: Procris, as she took the name Aura to be some rival. let the anxious man suspect it, rather than know. That part always takes its wound from Cephalus. With wax you know how to whiten your skin, and with carmine to give yourself the rosy hue which Nature has denied you. We hate sad girls too: let Ajax choose Tecmessa: I’d never ask you, Andromache, or you, Tecmessa. nor find your entrance damaged by some nocturnal quarrel. the stag doesn’t teach the savage hounds to run. Go not forth in garments heavily inwrought with gold. She called out: ‘Ah me! And whenever she wants, some friend and accomplice will say she's sick, and for all her illness accommodate her with the loan of her bed. You would say it was a temple consecrated to another Jupiter. Those with thick fingers and bitten nails. accusations fly, the air echoes with shouts. Would the wife of Ajax come richly apparelled to a warrior clad in the hides of seven oxen? 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. Ambition, love of riches, these things torment us not; we reck not of the Forum and its triumphs; all we seek is seclusion and repose. Ah me, I die . That is the guerdon we look for to crown our toil. In the same way, you won't catch a novice with the same snare as you use for a veteran. Into my presence did Cytherea come and thus she did command. or choice shells come to us from farthest shores: nor because mountains shrink as marble’s quarried. He is like a young sapling, and you must surround him with a lofty fence. Some such tricks as these are needed, or his ardour would soon die down. from her rash breast, was caught on her sad lover’s lips. What does she lose? that girl would scarcely know her own face. There is a style in walking that should be carefully cultivated; and that style, or the lack of it, will often attract or repel a stranger. Ask that question of the woods, who, in sorrow for her loss, shed their green raiment. Beware of burdening the many with the crime of the few: let the merits of each separate girl be seen. I’ve seen girls, made pallid by this terror. And now that Zephyr, who did cause me so to err, bears away my spirit in the breeze. A horse never runs so fast as when he has other horses to catch up and outpace. A woman who, after enjoying the delights of love, asks for payment from her lover, cannot surely but be joking. Some officious person, evilly remembering what he’d heard. and the deer, un-driven, walks into the net. the darker then have recourse to linen from Alexandria. I blush, that part has its own secret signs. Always have the bait ready. But we’re easily caught, torn by powerful passions. The subjunctive is used since it is a deliberative question. Your art will tell you how to fill the space between your eyebrows, if it be too, faintly marked, and how. But neither Phoebus’s tripods nor Ammon’s horn. Sweet things are bad for us. where one piece can be lost to two opponents. Come, my Muse, draw in your reins a little' lest your steeds carry me beyond my goal. Peace, gentle peace, is the attribute of man, as rage and fury are the characteristics of wild beasts. Don’t think it shameful to loosen your hair, like a Maenad. Don't laugh too often and too loud. it’s crazy to bear your fortune on your back! when he has others to pass, and others follow. She too, who eagerly offers room and bed. ), I don’t love unless I’m hurt. Ovid: Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love) Trans. from the three books stamped with the title Amores. It was written in 2 AD. as many or more dyes the wool drinks: choose, decisively: dark-grey suits snow-white skin: dark-grey suited Briseis: when she was carried off, then she also wore dark-grey. If Apelles of Cos had never sculpted Venus. a little book, but one whose labour took great care. One woman will let her hair fall loose on either shoulder, like Apollo when he holds his dulcet lyre. the throws at knucklebones, and your values, you rolled dice: sometimes throwing three, sometimes thinking, closely. When once she's at table, a woman should not drop off to sleep. even though the grapes were picked on Spanish hills: then there are drugs that bring deep sleep. 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. Thracian Orpheus, with his lute, moved animals and stones. you don’t swim in the Tiber’s calm waters. ‘Away with you, flute, you’re not worth all that,’. 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. 6 Cupid was the son of Venus, and Achilles of Thetis. Love's dominion, like a king's, admits of no partition. And Alcestis, who, by sacrificing her own life, redeemed her husband, Admetus, from the tomb. Good looks are the gift of God; but how few can pride themselves upon their beauty. Again, when the ball bounces against the broad racquet, you must only touch the one you intend to serve. What ardour, in your terrified heart? O mortal girls go to the goddesses for your examples. Lovely girls, the crowd is useful to you. But you women who, though you don't aim at the honours of chastity, want to cuckold your husbands without their knowing it, be sure not to send your letters by any but a trusty hand. and the excessively irksome care of a harsh husband. Men often cheat: it’s seldom tender girls. Ars amatoria is a colorful and witty three-part book about how to seduce 'em and how to keep 'em for both men and women, written more than 2000 years ago. There too you can find protection against faded looks: Still, don’t let your lover find cosmetic bottles. 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. Virtue is a woman both in vesture and in name; what wonder, therefore, that she should favour her own sex? I was once suddenly announced arriving at some girl’s: in her confusion she put her hair on wrong way round. If the young Alcides had reason to complain of Helen, if his elder brother could with justice accuse Clytemnestra, Helen's sister; if, through the crime of Eriphyle, the daughter of Talaos, Amphiaraus went riding to the under-world on his living steeds, is it not also true that Penelope remained chaste when sundered from her husband who was kept for ten years fighting before Troy and who, when Troy had fallen, wandered over the seas for ten years more?
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