{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/ovid/lboo/lbool52.htm","path":"cla/ovid/lboo/lbool52.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/ovid/lboo/lbool52.htm","text":"Annua venerunt Cerealis tempora sacri;\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0secubat in vacuo sola puella toro.\nflava Ceres, tenues spicis redimita capillos,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0cur inhibes sacris commoda nostra tuis?\nTe, dea, munificam gentes, ubi quaeque, loquuntur,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0nec minus humanis invidet ulla bonis.\nante nec hirsuti torrebant farra coloni,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0nec notum terris area nomen erat, \nsed glandem quercus, oracula prima, ferebant;\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0haec erat et teneri caespitis herba cibus.\nprima Ceres docuit turgescere semen in agris\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0falce coloratas subsecuitque comas;\nprima iugis tauros supponere colla coegit,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0et veterem curvo dente revellit humum.\nHanc quisquam lacrimis laetari credit amantum\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0et bene tormentis secubituque coli?\nnec tamen est, quamvis agros amet illa feraces,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0rustica nec viduum pectus amoris habet.\nCretes erunt testes -- nec fingunt omnia Cretes.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Crete nutrito terra superba Iove.\nillic, sideream mundi qui temperat arcem,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0exiguus tenero lac bibit ore puer.\nMagna fides testi: testis laudatur alumno.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0fassuram Cererem crimina nostra puto.\nviderat Iasium Cretaea diva sub Ida\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0figentem certa terga ferina manu.\nvidit, et ut tenerae flammam rapuere medullae,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0hinc pudor, ex illa parte trahebat amor.\nvictus amore pudor; sulcos arere videres\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0et sata cum minima parte redire sui.\ncum bene iactati pulsarant arva ligones,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0ruperat et duram vomer aduncus humum,\nseminaque in latos ierant aequaliter agros,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0inrita decepti vota colentis erant.\ndiva potens frugum silvis cessabat in altis;\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0deciderant longae spicea serta comae.\nsola fuit Crete fecundo fertilis anno;\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0omnia, qua tulerat se dea, messis erat; \nipsa, locus nemorum, canebat frugibus Ide,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0et ferus in silva farra metebat aper.\noptavit Minos similes sibi legifer annos;\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0optasset, Cereris longus ut esset amor.\nQuod tibi secubitus tristes, dea flava, fuissent,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0hoc cogor sacris nunc ego ferre tuis?\ncur ego sim tristis, cum sit tibi nata reperta\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0regnaque quam Iuno sorte minore regat?\nfesta dies Veneremque vocat cantusque merumque;\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0haec decet ad dominos munera ferre deos.","title":"The Love Books of Ovid: ELEGY X: He Complains To Ceres That, During Her Festival, He Is Not Suffered To Share His Mistress' Couch.","type":"page"}