|1.||To His Mistress||4/7/2010|
|2.||Salmacis And Hermaphroditus||4/7/2010|
|3.||Seeing Thou Art Fair||4/7/2010|
|4.||Metamorphosis Viii, 611-724||1/20/2003|
|5.||Pygmalion And The Statue||4/7/2010|
|7.||Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth||1/13/2003|
|8.||Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth||1/13/2003|
|9.||Metamorphoses: Book The Tenth||1/13/2003|
|10.||Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth||1/13/2003|
|11.||Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth||1/13/2003|
|12.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth||1/13/2003|
|13.||Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh||1/13/2003|
|14.||Metamorphoses: Book The Fourteenth||1/13/2003|
|15.||Metamorphoses: Book The Third||1/13/2003|
|16.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh||1/13/2003|
|17.||Elegy For Tibullus||12/6/2003|
|18.||The Art Of Love: Book Two||1/3/2003|
|19.||Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth||1/13/2003|
|20.||Metamorphoses: Book The First||1/13/2003|
|23.||In Summer's Heat||4/7/2010|
|24.||Love And War||12/7/2003|
But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;
I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.
Yet holding her I was limp, and nothing happened at all:
I just lay there, a disgraceful load for her bed.
I wanted it, she did too; and yet no pleasure came
from the part of my sluggish loins that should bring joy.
The girl entwined her ivory arms around my neck
(her arms were whiter than the Sithonian snows) ,
and gave me greedy kisses, thrusting her fluttering tongue,
and laid her eager thigh against my thigh,
and whispering fond words, called ...
In summer's heat and mid-time of the day
To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,
One window shut, the other open stood,
Which gave such light, as twinkles in a wood,
Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun,
Or night being past, and yet not day begun.
Such light to shamefast maidens must be shown,
Where they must sport, and seem to be unknown.
Then came Corinna in a long loose gown,