A Collection of Poems

Ye Venuses and Cupids mourn, Ye whom the graces most adorn. Come, and your tears of sorrow shed: My Lesbia's little bird is dead—

The Musses know no fear of the cruel Love;  rather do their hearts befriend him greatly  and their footsteps follow him close. 

Cupid sneezing in his flight,  Once was heard upon the right.  Boding woe to lovers true;

Nereids, Nymphs of the shore, you saw Daphnis yesterday,  when he washed off the dust that lay like down on his skin; 

Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours would be enough and more to satisfy me.

Wisdom found no place where she might dwell; Then a dwelling-place was assigned her in the heavens.

The First Parable. When the congregation of the righteous shall appear, And sinners shall be judged for their sins, And shall be driven from...

Refrain, sirrah, from cutting the oak,  the mother of acorns; 

Whoe'er first forged the terror-striking sword, His own fierce heart had tempered like its blade. What slaughter followed! Ah! what conf...

Against the Tiber’s mouth, but far away, An ancient town was seated on the sea;

Alas! alas! when in a garden fair   Mallows, crisp dill, or parsley yields to fate,   These with another year regerminate;

Let other men gather bright gold to themselves and own many acres of well-ploughed soil, let endless worry trouble them, with enemies near...

What makes crops smile, beneath what star it befits to turn the soil, Maecenas, and to train the vines to the elm-trees; what is the mana...

I dreamed and lo! the great Cyprian stood before me. Her fair hand did lead, with head hanging, the little silly Love, and she said to me:...

Drink, comrades, drink; give loose to mirth! With joyous footstep beat the earth,   And spread before the War-God’s shrine   The Salian f...

Cynthia was the first. She caught me with her eyes, a fool who had never before been touched by desires. I really hung my head in shame w...

I make hue and cry after wild Love; for now, even now in the morning dusk, he flew away from his bed and was gone.

O ship, new waves will bear you back again to sea. O what are you doing? Bravely seize the port.

As Cupid from his mother Venus strayed, Thus crying him aloud the goddess said, "If any one a wandering Cupid see, The little fugiti...

But, now again to weave the tale begun, All nature, then, as self-sustained, consists Of twain of things: of bodies and of void In which ...