Ouid's elegies three bookes. By C.M. Epigrames by I.D.

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Ouid's elegies three bookes. By C.M. Epigrames by I.D.
Author
Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.
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At Middlebourgh [i.e. London :: s.n.,
after 1602]
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Latin poetry -- Translations into English -- Early works to 1800.
Love poetry, Latin -- Early works to 1800.
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"Ouid's elegies three bookes. By C.M. Epigrames by I.D." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A08622.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2024.

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ELEGIA. 13.

Ad Isidem, vt parientem Corinnam iuuet.

VVHile rashly her wombes burthen she casts out, Weary Corinna hath her life in doubt. She secretly with me such harme attempted, Angry I was, but feare my wrath exempted. But sheconceiu'd of me, or I am sure I oft haue done, what might as much procure. Thou that frequents Canopus pleasant fields, Memphis, and Pharos that sweet date trees yeelds. And where swift Nile in his large channell slipping, By seauen huge mouthes into the sea is slipping. By fear'd Annubis visage I thee pray, So in thy Temples shall Osiris stay. And the dull-snake about thy offrings creepe, And in thy pomp horn'd Apis with thee keepe. Turne thy lookes hether, and in one spare twaine, Thou giuest my mistresse life, she mine againe. Shee oft hath seru'd thee vpon certaine ••••ies, Where the French rout engirt themselues with ••••ies. On labouring women thou doest pity take, Whose bodies with their heauy burthen sake, Ny wench Lucina, li••••creat thee fauour, Worthy she is, thou should'st in mercy saue her.

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In wiues, with incest l thine Altars greete, My selfe will bring vowed gifts before thy feete. Subscribing Naso with Corinna sau'd, Doe but deserue gifts with this title grau'd. But if in so great feare I may aduize thee, To haue this skirmish fought let it suffice thee.
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