“ Of what use to me is fortune, which never allows me to fail? I love nothing that doesn’t hurt me. Clever Corinna had seen this flaw in me, She knew the manner by which I was able to be taken. Ah, how often faking pains of a healthy head, She ordered me, delaying, to leave with a slow foot! ”
Quotes from Amores — Her Hair (Ovid)
“ What is allowed is not pleasing, what is not allowed burns sharply: He is made of iron, whoever loves what another allows. Let us lovers equally hope and fear and the occasional rejection makes a place for prayer. ”
“ Take violence far from this place: it is not [hair] which is destined for burning; The hair itself instructs the pins applied to it.’ The lovely locks have perished, which Apollo and Bacchus Would wish to have on their own heads; I might compare them, with those naked Dione, Painted, once held out with dripping hand. Why do you complain that badly-arranged hair has perished? Why do you foolishly lay aside your mirror with woeful hand? You do not do well to gaze at yourself with opportune eyes: In order to please, you ought to be forgetful of your former self. ”
