A Desperate Expedient
VIII. Messala
IX. To Pholoe and Marathus
X. To Venal Beauty
XI. War is a Crime
BOOK II
I. A Rustic Holiday
II. A Birthday Wish
III. My Lady Rusticates
IV. On His Lady's Avarice
V. The Priesthood of Apollo
VI. Let Lovers All Enlist
VII. A Voice from the Tomb
[Transcriber's Note: Elegy VII listed in Contents, but not in text.]
BOOK III
I. The New-Year's Gift
II. He Died for Love
III. Riches are Useless
IV. A Dream from Phoebus
V. To Friends at the Baths
VI. A Fare-Well Toast
BOOK IV
XIII. A Lover's Oath
_Ovid's Lament for Tibullus' Death_
BOOK I
ELEGY THE FIRST
THE SIMPLE LIFE
Give, if thou wilt, for gold a life of toil!
Let endless acres claim thy care!
While sounds of war thy fearful slumbers spoil,
And far-off trumpets scare!
To me my poverty brings tranquil hours;
My lowly hearth-stone cheerly shines;
My modest garden bears me fruit and flowers,
And plenteous native wines.
I set my tender vines with timely skill,
Or pluck large apples from the bough;
Or goad my lazy steers to work my will,
Or guide my own rude plough.
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