Ovid

“ And a garland askew upon my well-oiled locks.
Who should fear these weapons? Who would not go against these?
The hours of the night are passing; remove the bolt from the doorpost.
Are you slow, or does sleep, which should wickedly destroy you, repel
The words of a lover from you ear and cast them to the winds? ”

“ You are not fit to guard a beautiful girl's
Doorstep, you deserve the care of a prison.
And now the Morning Star moves his frosty wheels,
And the cock arouses wretched people for their work.
But you, garland torn down from my not happy hair,
Lie upon the hard threshold for the whole night.
To my mistress – when, in the morning, she sees you thrown down –
You will be the evidence of the time which I so miserably wasted.
Farewell whatever kind of man [you are] and feel the honour of my leaving,
Unbending man and disgraceful for not admitting a lover, farewell. ”

“ Set the hinge in motion and unfold the stubborn door.
That which I pray for is small: let the door be half-opened
And admit me through a small gap sideways.
Long love has diminished my body for such practice
And by reducing me size has given me limbs apt for it;
Love shows men how to pass swiftly through the watches of sentries
And guides their unhindered steps. ”