Ouids Tristia containinge fiue bookes of mournfull elegies which hee sweetly composed in the midst of his aduersitie, while hee liu'd in Tomos a cittie of Pontus where hee dyed after seauen yeares banishment from Rome. Translated into English by. W.S.

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Title: Ouids Tristia containinge fiue bookes of mournfull elegies which hee sweetly composed in the midst of his aduersitie, while hee liu'd in Tomos a cittie of Pontus where hee dyed after seauen yeares banishment from Rome. Translated into English by. W.S.
Author: Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.
Publication: London :: Printed [by Thomas and Richard Cotes] for Fra: Groue and are to bee sould at his shopp on Snowe hill neere the Sarazens head,; 1633.
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Iulius Scaligers Verses on Ovid, wherein he maketh Ovid speake to Augustus.
I Would thy cruelty had in me begunne,
Nor by murders steps to ruine me hadst come.
If my wanton youth did move thy discontent,
Thou mayst condemne thy selfe to banishment.
For such foule deeds thy private roomes do staine,
That men condemned ne're did act the same.
Could not my wit, nor gentlenesse thee restraine▪
Nor sweete tongue second to Apollo's vaine?
My straine hath made the ancient Poets soft,
And to the new the waight of things hath tought.
I then did lye when as I praysed thee,
For this my banishment was deserv'd by mee.
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