《Elegy 9》By：Ovid

[00:00.37]Elegy 9 [00:02.41]by Ovid, translated by Christopher Marlowe [00:05.46]Yet should I curse a god, if he but said, [00:09.90]Live without love, so sweet ill is a maid. [00:15.06]For when my loathing it of heat deprives me, [00:20.09]I know not whether my mind's whirlwind drives me. [00:24.22]Even as a headstrong courser bears away, [00:27.59]His rider vainly striving him to stay, [00:30.18]Or as a sudden gale thrusts into sea, [00:33.70]The haven touching bark now near the lea, [00:36.40]So wavering Cupid brings me back amain, [00:40.38]And purple Love resumes his darts again. [00:44.49]Strike boy, I offer thee my naked breast, [00:50.31]Here thou hast strength, here thy right hand doth rest. [00:54.50]Here of themselves thy shafts come, as if shot, [00:58.01]Better then I their quiver knows them not. [01:00.97]Hapless is he that all the night lies quiet [01:06.07]And slumb'ring, thinks himself much blessed by it. [01:10.09]Fool, what is sleep but image of cold death, [01:14.51]Long shalt thou rest when Fates expire thy breath. [01:19.25]But me let crafty damsels words deceive, [01:25.87]Great joys by hope I inly shall conceive. [01:29.49]Now let her flatter me, now chide me hard, [01:32.54]Let me enjoy her oft, oft be debarr'd. [01:36.15]Cupid by thee, Mars in great doubt doth trample, [01:41.14]And thy step-father fights by thy example. [01:44.19]Light art thou, and more windy then thy wings, [01:47.87]Joys with uncertain faith thou tak'st and brings. [01:51.73]Yet Love, if thou with thy fair mother hear , [01:56.26]Within my breast no desert empire bear. [01:59.47]Subdue the wandring wenches to thy reign, [02:03.74]So of both people shalt thou homage gain.