![]() Quodve tener digitus ferre recuset, onus. ![]() Non ego dedecori tibi sum, mea vita, futurus, Si dabor ut condar loculis, exire negabo, Idem ego, ut arcanas possim signare tabellas, Tunc ego, cum cupiam dominae tetigisse papillasĮlabar digito quamvis angustus et haerens, Tam bene convenias, quam mecum convenit illi,įelix, a domina tractaberis, anule, nostra Munus eas gratum! te laeta mente receptum And yet, methinks, if naked I beheld thee, I should be consumed with desire, and that ring would like a man acquit itself.Īh me! Why do I long for things that cannot be? Go forth, little gift, upon thy way, and may my mistress see in thee the symbol of my changeless love.Īnule, formosae digitum vincture puellae, Wear me e'en when you take your bath, nor fear the water will unloose the gem. Never, my love, my life, may I give thee cause to blush for me, or grow too heavy for thy dainty finger. I'd small and smaller grow so as to clip her the more closely. If she were fain to lay me in the casket, I'd refuse to leave her finger. Aye, and when she would seal her secret missives, so that the wax should not cling to the dry stone, I first should touch my fair mistress's moist lips, so only that I might never seal a word that would to myself bring grief. As by some wizard's art, would I grow loose and slip into your bosom. Off from your finger I should glide, however tight and clinging. ![]() Then, lady, I should wish that you should touch thy breasts and slip thy left hand underneath thy tunic. Would that the enchantress of the Ææan Isle or the Old Man of Carpathos would change me to a ring. Ah me, already I begin to envy my own gift's happy lot. Happy ring, thou wilt be touched by her I love. May thou fit her, as well as she fits me and may thy circle, nor over-tight nor yet too loose, softly gird her finger. May she with delight receive thee and straightway slip thee on her finger. O LITTLE ring that art going to encircle my fair mistress's finger, thou that no value hast save the giver's love that goes with thee, be charming in her sight. 55 ELEGY XV TO THE RING WHICH HE IS SENDING TO HIS MISTRESS. Sacred Texts Classics Ovid Index Previous Next The Love Books of Ovid: Elegy XV: To The Ring Which He Is Sending To His Mistress.
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