- Here I lie, who played with tender loves,
- Naso the poet, killed by my own talent.
- O passerby, if you've ever been in love, let it not be too much for you
- to say: May the bones of Naso lie gently.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Ovid's Statue
Here is a picture of the statue of Ovid that resides in a square in Constanta, Romainia. The inscription on the statue reads:
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