Run away, moon, moon, moon. My shaggy chest was caught in a soft breast-band, and I was fit to be a hard-handed girl. Sextus Propertius: The Love Elegies.
If only the Roman camps were open to women! If anyone wants to be my enemy, let him desire girls: and delight in boys if he wants to be my friend. And a mourning-robe hanging from her soft arms, and her letter-case closed lying by the foot of the bed. She who was open to the common gaze, through worthless nights, now leaves the track of a golden hem on the ground: and, if a talkative girl speaks of my beauty unjustly, repays it with heavier spinning tasks.
Towers of Romeand you, my friends, farewell, and farewell you too, girl, whatever you meant to me! Sung by Virgil. Her eyes flashed lightning, and how the woman raged, a sight no less terrible than the sacking of a city. Here is a representative example, taken from a French study preceding a translation in the s:.
When you kiss their tears away, do so for their mother: now the whole household begins to be your burden.
I was between the two. So the fame of my tomb will be no less than that of the grave of blood, of Achilles the hero. Appian Way , tell, I beg you, of how she drove in triumph, with you as witness, her wheels shooting past over your stones. At a pragmatic and semantic level, the moon is shown as playing a double role.
Cynthia , be pleased to lie with me, in caves of dew, in mossy hills.