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Magic – Ovid

YE elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back, you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe, … Continue reading

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Love And War – Ovid

Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns: I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.Youth is fit for war and also fit for Venus.Imagine an aged soldier, an elderly lover! A general looks for the spirit in his brave soldiery; a … Continue reading

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