Ovid's Heroides

Love Poems, Letters, and Remedies of Ovid
Translated by David R. Slavitt

Penelope to Ulysses

These words, dear slow Ulysses, Penelope dispatches; never mind the favor of your reply, but come, yourself, at once

love is a matter filled with anxiety

It’s a sure thing that I, a girl when you went away / however quickly you come, will look like an old woman.