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'''Title: The Art of Love''' '''Author: Ovid''' ------------------------------------ While you're still free, and can roam on a loose rein, Pick one to whom you could say: "You alone please me." She wont come falling for you out of thin air. The right girl has to be searched for, use your eyes. The hunter knows where to spread nets for the stag, he knows what valleys hide the angry boar, the wild-fowler knows the woods, the fisherman knows the waters where the most fish spawn: You too, who search for the essence of lasting love, must be taught the places that the girls frequent. I don't demand you set your sails, and search, or wear out some long road to discover them. But hunt for them, especially, at the tiered theatre: That place is the most fruitful for your needs. There youll find one to love, or one you can play with, one to be with just once, or one you might wish to keep. As ants return home often in long processions, carrying their favourite food in their mouths, or as the bees buzz through the flowers and thyme, among their pastures and fragrant chosen meadows, so our fashionable ladies crowd to the famous shows. Dont forget the races, those noble stallions: The Circus holds room for a vast obliging crowd. No need here for fingers to give secret messages, nor a nod of the head to tell you she accepts. You can sit by your lady, nothings forbidden, press your thigh to hers, as you can do, all the time and its good the rows force you close, even if you don't like it, since the girl is touched through the rules of the place. Now find your reason for friendly conversation, and first of all engage in casual talk. Make earnest inquiry whose those horses are and rush to back her favourite, whatever it is. When the crowded procession of ivory gods goes by, you clap fervently for Lady Venus. If by chance a speck of dust falls in the girls lap, as it may, let it be flicked away by your fingers and if there's nothing, flick away the nothing, let anything be a reason for you to serve her. If her skirt is trailing too near the ground, lift it, and raise it carefully from the dusty earth. Straightaway, the prize for service, if she allows it, is that your eyes catch a glimpse of her legs. Whoever you are, lovers everywhere, attend, with humble minds, and you, masses, show you support me. Use your thumbs. First let faith enter into your mind. Every one of them can be won! [[Category:Poetry and Song]]

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