§226Esse; sed ut valeas, multa dolenda feres.
So it is; but that you may be well, you will bear many painful things.
Often being sick I drank bitter juices, although unwilling, and the table was denied to me as I pleaded.
§229Ut corpus redimas, ferrum patieris et ignes, §230Arida nec sitiens ora levabis aqua: §231Ut valeas animo, quicquam tolerare negabis?
To redeem your body, you will endure iron and fires, nor will you, being thirsty, relieve your dry mouth with water: That you may be well in mind, will you refuse to tolerate anything?
§232At pretium pars haec corpore maius habet.
Yet this part has a greater value than the body.
But yet very sad is the door of our art, and the only labor is to endure the first times.
Do you see how the first yokes gall the captured young bulls, and the new girth hurts the swift horse?
§237Forsitan a laribus patriis exire pigebit: §238Sed tamen exibis: deinde redire voles; §239Nec te Lar patrius, sed amor revocabit amicae, §240Praetendens culpae splendida verba tuae.
Perhaps it will grieve you to depart from your ancestral hearths: but yet you will depart; then you will wish to return; And not your ancestral hearth, but the love of your mistress will recall you, holding out splendid words for your fault.
Once you have departed, the countryside, companions, and the long journey will give a hundred solaces to your care.
Nor should you think it enough to depart; remain away long, until it loses its strength and the ash is without fire.
But unless you hasten to return with a strengthened mind, rebellious Love will bring cruel arms against you.
And however long you have been absent, you will return greedy and thirsty, and all that time will have turned to your loss.
Let him see to it, if anyone thinks that the harmful herbs of the Haemonian land and magic arts can help.
That is the old way of sorcery; our Apollo shows harmless aid with his sacred song.
§253Me duce non tumulo prodire iubebitur umbra, §254Non anus infami carmine rumpet humum; §255Non seges ex aliis alios transibit in agros, §256Nec subito Phoebi pallidus orbis erit.
With me as guide, the shade will not be ordered to go forth from the tomb, nor will an old woman break the ground with an infamous spell; The crop will not pass from some fields into others, nor will the disc of Phoebus suddenly become pale.
As is its custom, Tiberinus will go into the sea waves; as is her custom, the Moon will be carried on snowy horses.
No hearts will lay down their cares through chanted spells, nor will conquered love flee because of live sulfur.
How did the herbs of the Phasian land help you, Colchian woman, when you desired to remain in your father's house?
What did the herbs of Perseis profit you, Circe, when a favorable breeze carried away the Neritian ships?
You did everything lest your clever guest should depart; he gave full sails to a certain flight.
You did everything lest a fierce fire should burn you; a long love sat in your unwilling breast.
You were able to turn men into a thousand shapes; you were not able to turn the laws of your own mind.
§271Diceris his etiam, cum iam discedere vellet, §272Dulichium verbis detinuisse ducem: §273'Non ego, quod primo, memini, sperare solebam, §274Iam precor, ut coniunx tu meus esse velis; §275Et tamen, ut coniunx essem tua, digna videbar, §276Quod dea, quod magni filia Solis eram.
You are said also, when he already wished to depart, to have detained the Dulichian leader with these words: 'I do not now pray, that you should wish to be my husband, which at first, I remember, I was accustomed to hope; And yet, I seemed worthy to be your wife, because I was a goddess, because I was the daughter of the great Sun.
Do not hasten, I pray; I ask for time instead of a gift: what less can be hoped for through my prayers?
And you see the seas are stirred, and you ought to fear them: later a more useful wind will be for your sails.
§281Quae tibi causa fugae? non hic nova Troia resurgit,
What is your cause of flight?
§282Non aliquis socios rursus ad arma vocat.
No new Troy rises here, no one calls companions back to arms.
§283Hic amor et pax est, in qua male vulneror una, §284Tutaque sub regno terra futura tuo est. ' §285Illa loquebatur, navem solvebat Ulixes: §286Inrita cum velis verba tulere noti.
Hic is love and peace, in which I alone am badly wounded, and the land is destined to be safe under your reign.' She was speaking, Ulysses was untying his ship: the south winds carried away her empty words together with the sails.
Circe burns and runs to her accustomed arts, yet love was not diminished by them.
Therefore, whoever you are that ask for aid for yourself from our art, take away your faith in sorceries and spells.
If a powerful cause detains you in the mistress's City, receive what my counsel is in the City.
The best champion of himself is he who has broken the bonds hurting his breast, and has ceased to grieve once and for all.
§295Sed cui tantum animi est, illum mirabor et ipse, §296Et dicam 'monitis non eget iste meis. ' §297Tu mihi, qui, quod amas, aegre dediscis amare, §298Nec potes, et velles posse, docendus eris.
But if anyone has so much spirit, I myself will admire him, and will say, 'that man does not need my warnings.' You, who with difficulty unlearn to love what you love, and are not able, yet wish you were able, will have to be taught by me.