Ouid's elegies three bookes. By C.M. Epigrames by I.D.
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- Title
- 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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- Subject terms
- 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 3, 2024.
Pages
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Behold how quailes among their battailes liue,
Which do perchance old age vnto them giue.
A little fild thee, and for loue of talke,
Thy mouth to tast of many meats did balke.
Nuts were thy foode, and Poppie caus'd thee sleepe,
Pure waters moysture thirst away did keepe.
The rauenous vulture liues, the Puttock houers
Around the aire, the Gadesse raine discouers.
And Crowes suruiues armes-bearing Pallas hate,
Whose life nine ages scarce bring out of date.
Dead is that speaking image of mans voice,
The parrat giue me, the farre wordes best choice.
The greedy spirits take the best things first,
Supplying their voyd places with the worst.
Thersites: did Protesilaus suruiue;
And Hector dyed his brothers yet aliue.
My wenches vowes for thee what should I show,
Which stormy South-windes into sea did blow?
The seuenth day came, none following mightst thou see,
And the fates distaffe empty stood to thee:
Yet words in thy benummed pallat rung,
Farewell Corinna cryed thy dying tongue.
Elisium hath a wood of holme trees black,
Whose earth doth not perpetuall greene-grasse lacke,
There good birds rest (if we beleeue things hidden)
Whence vncleane foules are sayd to be forbidden.
There harmelesse Swans feed all abroad the riuer,
There ••••ues the Phaenix one alone bird euer.
There Iunoes bird displayes his gorgious feather:
And louing Doues kisse egerly together.
The Parrat into wood receiu'd with these,
Turnes all the goodly birdes to what she please,
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A graue her bones hides, on her corps great graue,
The little stones these little verses haue.
This ••ombe approues, I pleasd my mistresse well,
My mouth in speaking did all birds excell.