
13 Oct There are other sports of a milder nature (OVID)
Then there are also the pleasures of the chase. Many a time has Venus been put ignominiously to flight, vanquished by Apollo’s sister. Sometimes, accompanied by a hound with a keen scent, you may hunt the flying hare; sometimes spread your nets on the wooded slopes of the hills; scare the timid stag by divers means, and lay the wild boar low, pierced with thy huntsman’s spear. Tired out, the night will bring thee sleep and not desire of woman, and heavy slumber shall refresh thy limbs. There are other sports of a milder nature, yet none the less diverting: you may go a bird-hunting–’tis game of little value–and take them in nets, or snare them with limèd twigs. You may also hide the bent hook beneath the deceiving bait which the greedy fish devours apace.
‘Tis by such means as these, or others like them, that you may beguile your time, until you have unlearned the art of love.
LOVE’S CURE
Ovid
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