Lygdamus
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Lygdamus (probably a pseudonym) was a Roman poet who wrote love poems in Classical Latin. Six of his elegies, addressed to a girl named Neaera, are preserved in the Appendix Tibulliana alongside the apocryphal works of Tibullus.
Quotes[edit]
- Carmine formosae, pretio capiuntur avarae:
gaudeat, ut digna est, versibus ilia novis.- Poetry is the lure for the beautiful, gold for the greedy: so let there be new verses to gladden her [Neaera] as she deserves.
- I, 7 (tr. F. W. Cornish)
- Poetry is the lure for the beautiful, gold for the greedy: so let there be new verses to gladden her [Neaera] as she deserves.
- A crudele genus nec fidum femina nomen!
a pereat, didicit fallere si qua virum.- O cruel sex! Woman a treacherous race! Away with her who has learned to play her husband false!
- IV, 61 (tr. F. W. Cornish)
- O cruel sex! Woman a treacherous race! Away with her who has learned to play her husband false!
- Nescis quid sit amor, iuvenis, si ferre recusas
immitem dominam coniugiumque ferum.- Young sir, thou knowest not what is love if thou dost shrink to bear with a cruel mistress and ungentle wife.
- IV, 73 (tr. F. W. Cornish)
- Young sir, thou knowest not what is love if thou dost shrink to bear with a cruel mistress and ungentle wife.
- Ei mihi, difficile est imitari gaudia falsa,
difficile est tristi fingere mente iocum.- Ah me! mock joys are hard to make; 'tis hard to feign merriment when the heart is sad.
- VI, 33 (tr. F. W. Cornish)
- Ah me! mock joys are hard to make; 'tis hard to feign merriment when the heart is sad.
