Ovid's Tristia, containing five books of mournful elegies which he sweetly composed in the midst of his adversity, while he liv'd in Tomos, a city of Pontus, where he died after seven years banishment from Rome / translated into English by W.S.
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- Ovid's Tristia, containing five books of mournful elegies which he sweetly composed in the midst of his adversity, while he liv'd in Tomos, a city of Pontus, where he died after seven years banishment from Rome / translated into English by W.S.
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- Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.
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- London :: Printed by Andrew Clark, and are to be sold by Thomas Williams ...,
- 1672.
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"Ovid's Tristia, containing five books of mournful elegies which he sweetly composed in the midst of his adversity, while he liv'd in Tomos, a city of Pontus, where he died after seven years banishment from Rome / translated into English by W.S." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A53640.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 3, 2024.
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Some say that frozen Pontus did begin
To melt, with tears that Sea-Nimphs shed for him.
Light Cupids with their mother Venus ran,
And with torches set the funeral pile on flame:
And while his body did consume and burn,
They put his ashes in a closed Urn:
And on his Tombe-stone these words graven were
He that did teach the Art of Love lies here.
Then Venus with her white hand did bedew
His grave, whilst she sweet Nectar on him threw.
The Muses brought their Poet many a verse,
Which I am far unworthy to rehearse.