Metamorphoses

thumb|We can learn even from our enemies. thumb|No joy is ever complete, and sorrow alwaysIntrudes on happiness. The Metamorphoses (Latin: Metamorphoseon libri: "Books of Transformations") is a Latin narrative poem by the Roman poet Ovid, considered his magnum opus. Comprising fifteen books and over 250 myths, the poem chronicles the history of the world from its creation to the deification of Julius Caesar within a loose mythico-historical framework. One of the most influential works in Western culture, the Metamorphoses has inspired such authors as Dante Alighieri, Giovanni Boccaccio, Geoffrey Chaucer, and William Shakespeare. Numerous episodes from the poem have been depicted in acclaimed works of sculpture, painting, and music. Quotes Chaos: rudis indigestaque moles. Chaos, a raw and undivided mass. Book I, line 7 (trans. A. D. Melville) Neu regio foret ulla suis animalibus orba,astra tenent caeleste solum formaeque deorum,cesserunt nitidis habitandae piscibus undae,terra feras cepit, volucres agitabilis aer. And so that every region of the worldshould have its own distinctive forms of life,the constellations and the shapes of godsoccupied the lower part of heaven;the seas gave shelter to the shining fishes,earth received beasts, and flighty air, the birds. Book I, lines 72–75 (trans. C. Martin) Sanctius his animal mentisque capacius altaedeerat adhuc et quod dominari in cetera posset:natus homo est. But something else was needed, a finer being,More capable of mind, a sage, a ruler,So Man was born. Book I, lines 76–78 (trans. R. Humphries) Os homini sublime dedit caelumque videreiussit et erectos ad sidera tollere vultus. [God] gave to man a face that is uplifted,and ordered him to stand erect and lookdirectly up into the vaulted heavensand turn his countenance to meet the stars. Book I, lines 85–86 (trans. C. Martin) thumb|Golden was that first age which unconstrained,With heart and soul, obedient to no law,Gave honour to good faith and righteousness. Aurea prima sata est aetas, quae vindice nullo,sponte sua, sine lege fidem rectumque colebat. Golden was that first age which unconstrained,With heart and soul, obedient to no law,Gave honour to good faith and righteousness. Book I, lines 89–90 (trans. A. D. Melville) Amor sceleratus habendi. The damned desire of having. Book I, line 131 (trans. R. Humphries) Effodiuntur opes, inritamenta malorum.Iamque nocens ferrum ferroque nocentius aurumprodierat. ... all that precious metal,The root of evil. They found the guilt of iron,And gold, more guilty still. Book I, lines 140–143 (trans. R. Humphries) Cuncta prius temptanda, sed inmedicabile curaeense recidendum, ne pars sincera trahatur. We have tried everythingto find a cure, but now the surgeon's blademust cut away what is untreatable,lest the infection spread to healthy parts. Book I, lines 190–191 (trans. C. Martin) Nos duo turba sumus. We two are a multitude. Book I, line 355 thumb|Alas for me, love is incurableWith any herb; the arts which cure the othersDo me, their lord, no good! Ei mihi, quod nullis amor est sanabilis herbisnec prosunt domino, quae prosunt omnibus, artes! Alas for me, love is incurableWith any herb; the arts which cure the othersDo me, their lord, no good! Book I, lines 523–524 (trans. R. Humphries) Pudet haec opprobria nobiset dici potuisse et non potuisse refelli. It shames me that I listened to such insultsunable to respond or to refute them! Book I, lines 758–759 (trans. C. Martin) Materiam superabat opus. Its art surpassed the stuff that it was made of. Book II, line 5 (trans. C. Martin) Facies non omnibus una,non diversa tamen, qualem decet esse sororum. Their features neither utterly alikenor wholly different, but rather mixed,as those of sisters ought to be. Book II, lines 13–14 (trans. C. Martin) thumb|The middle way is safest. Medio tutissimus ibis. The middle way is safest. Book II, line 137 (trans. C. Martin) thumb|How difficult it is not to reveala guilty conscience in one's countenance! Heu! quam difficile est crimen non prodere vultu! How difficult it is not to reveala guilty conscience in one's countenance! Book II, line 447 (trans. C. Martin) Vixque tenet lacrimas, quia nil lacrimabile cernit. [Envy]'s scarcely able to prevent herselffrom weeping—for there's nothing here to weep for. Book II, line 796 (trans. R. Humphries) thumb|Majesty and love go ill together. Non bene conveniunt nec in una sede moranturmaiestas et amor. Ah, majesty and love go ill together,Nor long share one abode! Book II, lines 846–847 (trans. A. D. Melville) thumb|A man must wait the final day, and no manShould ever be called happy before burial. Ultima semperexspectanda dies hominis, dicique beatusante obitum nemo supremaque funera debet. Always,A man must wait the final day, and no manShould ever be called happy before burial. Book III, lines 135–137 (trans. R. Humphries) thumb|Only voice is left of her. Extenuant vigiles corpus miserabile curaeadducitque cutem macies et in aera sucuscorporis omnis abit; vox tantum atque ossa supersunt:vox manet. Unsleeping grief wasted her sad body,reducing her to dried out skin and bones,then voice and bones only; her skeletonturned, they say, into stone. Now, only voiceis left of her. Book III, lines 396–399 (trans. C. Martin) thumb|My riches make me poor. Inopem me copia fecit. My riches make me poor. Book III, line 466 (trans. R. Humphries) thumb|But as it is, we two shall die together in one breath. Unc duo concordes anima moriemur in una. But as it is, we two shall die together in one breath. Book III, line 473 (trans. Frank Justus Miller) thumb|Fire suppressed burns all the fiercer. Quoque magis tegitur, tectus magis aestuat ignis. Fire suppressed burns all the fiercer. Book IV, line 64 (trans. R. Humphries) Causa latet, vis est notissima fontis. For though the fountain's ill effects are famous,their cause has never been revealed before. Book IV, line 287 (trans. R. Humphries) thumb|Nature has given no one ownershipof sunlight, air, and water! Nec solem proprium natura nec aera fecitnec tenues undas. Nature has given no one ownershipof sunlight, air, and water! Book VI, lines 350–351 (trans. C. Martin) Fas est et ab hoste doceri. It is right to learn even from an enemy. Book IV, 428 Variant translations: It is right to learn, even from the enemy. Right it is to be taught even by the enemy. It is right to be taught even by an enemy. We can learn even from our enemies. thumb|Great gods! What darkness fills the human heart! Pro superi, quantum mortalia pectora caecaenoctis habent! Great gods! What darkness fills the human heart! Book VI, lines 472–473 (trans. H. Gregory) thumb|I see, approving,Things that are good, and yet I follow worse ones. Video meliora proboque,deteriora sequor. I see, approving,Things that are good, and yet I follow worse ones. Book VII, lines 20–21 (trans. R. Humphries) Nulla est sincera voluptas,sollicitumque aliquid laetis intervenit. No joy is ever complete, and sorrow alwaysIntrudes on happiness. Book VII, lines 453–454 (trans. R. Humphries) thumb|Fortune spurns the coward's useless prayers. Ignavis precibus Fortuna repugnat. Fortune spurns the coward's useless prayers. Book VIII, line 73 (trans. C. Martin) thumb|The gods look afterGood people still, and cherishers are cherished. Cura deum di sint, et, qui coluere, colantur. The gods look afterGood people still, and cherishers are cherished. Book VIII, line 724 (trans. R. Humphries) thumb|The best art, they say,Is that which conceals art. Ars adeo latet arte sua. The best art, they say,Is that which conceals art. Book X, line 252 (trans. R. Humphries) thumb|Human morality gives us such stifling precepts,and makes indecent what Nature freely allows us! Humana malignascura dedit leges, et quod natura remittit,invida iura negant. Human morality gives us such stifling precepts,and makes indecent what Nature freely allows us! Book X, lines 329–331 (trans. C. Martin) thumb|Time, in its stealthy gliding, cheats us allWithout our notice; nothing goes more swiftlyThan do the years. Labitur occulte fallitque volatilis aetas,et nihil est annis velocius. Time, in its stealthy gliding, cheats us allWithout our notice; nothing goes more swiftlyThan do the years. Book X, lines 519–520 (trans. R. Humphries) thumb|Against the daring, daring is reckless. In audaces non est audacia tuta. Against the daring, daring is reckless. Book X, line 544 (trans. C. Martin) thumb|God helps the bold. Audentes deus ipse iuvat! God helps the bold. Book X, line 586 (trans. R. Humphries) Candida de nigris et de candentibus atra. He made white look like black and black like white. Book XI, line 314 (trans. H. Gregory) Somne, quies rerum, placidissime, Somne, deorum,pax animi, quem cura fugit, qui corpora durisfessa ministeriis mulces reparasque labori. O Sleep, that gives your peace to everything,most tranquil, Sleep, of all the deities,the foe of care, the spirit’s gentle balmthat soothes us after difficult employment,restoring our powers for the morrow. Book XI, lines 623–625 (trans. C. Martin) Pauperis est numerare pecus. Only the poor man counts his cattle. Book XIII, line 824 Dum peiora timentur,est in vota locus: sors autem ubi pessima rerum,sub pedibus timor est securaque summa malorum. As long as there is something left to fear,There is room on us for wounds; but when the worstHas happened, fear is trampled underfoot.We are at last secure. Book XIV, lines 488–490 (trans. R. Humphries) Quae natura negabatvisibus humanis, oculis ea pectoris hausit. Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul. Book XV, lines 63–64 thumb|Nothing is permanent in all the world.All things are fluent; every image forms,Wandering through change. Nihil est toto, quod perstet, in orbe.Cuncta fluunt, omnisque vagans formatur imago. Nothing is permanent in all the world.All things are fluent; every image forms,Wandering through change. Book XV, lines 177–178 (trans. R. Humphries) Tempus edax rerum, tuque, invidiosa vetustas,omnia destruitis vitiataque dentibus aevipaulatim lenta consumitis omnia morte! Time, the devourer, and the jealous yearsWith long corruption ruin all the worldAnd waste all things in slow mortality. Book XV, lines 234–236 (trans. A. D. Melville) Nascique vocaturincipere esse aliud, quam quod fuit ante, moriquedesinere illud idem. What we call birthIs the beginning of a difference,No more than that, and death is only ceasingOf what had been before. Book XV, lines 255–257 (trans. R. Humphries) Sic tempora verticernimus atque illas adsumere robora gentes,concidere has. Times are upset, we see, and nations riseTo strength and greatness, others fail and fall. Book XV, lines 420–422 (trans. A. D. Melville) thumb|Now I have done my work. It will endure,I trust, beyond Jove's anger, fire and sword,Beyond Time's hunger. Iamque opus exegi, quod nec Iovis ira nec ignisnec poterit ferrum nec edax abolere vetustas. Now I have done my work. It will endure,I trust, beyond Jove's anger, fire and sword,Beyond Time's hunger. Book XV, lines 871–872 (trans. R. Humphries) Cum volet, illa dies, quae nil nisi corporis huiusius habet, incerti spatium mihi finiat aevi:parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennisastra ferar, nomenque erit indelebile nostrum. Let that day come then, when it wishes to,which only has my body in its power,and put an end to my uncertain years;no matter, for in spirit I will beborne up to soar beyond the distant stars,immortal in the name I leave behind. Book XV, lines 873–876 (trans. C. Martin) Quotes about Metamorphoses thumb|The only epic of love. ~ Brooks Otis [Ovid] took the one thing that was to him emotionally real—the love that unites and destroys men and women—and made an epic of it. [...] The Metamorphoses remains unique: it is the only epic of love. Brooks Otis, Ovid As an Epic Poet (1966), as quoted in The Literature 100: A Ranking of the Most Influential Novelists, Playwrights, and Poets of All Time (2008) by Daniel S. Burt, p. 97 A worke very pleasaunt and delectable. A work very pleasant and delectable. Arthur Golding, in the title page of his translation of Ovid's Metamorphoses (1567) Translations The following translations into English have been used for the quotations: The. xv. Booke of P. Ouidius Naso, entytuled Metamorphosis, trans. Arthur Golding (London: Willyam Seres, 1567) Metamorphoses, trans. Rolfe Humphries (Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1955) The Metamorphoses, trans. Horace Gregory (New York: The Viking Press, 1958) Metamorphoses, trans. A. D. Melville (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1986) Metamorphoses, trans. Charles Martin (New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 2004) External links Metamorphoses (Ovid) la:Metamorphoses (Ovidius) Metamorphoses Category:Epic poetry Category:Greek mythology Category:Ovid