Ovid: Metamorphosis

Book 1, Plate 4

The Silver Age

But when good Saturn, banish'd from above,
Was driv'n to Hell, the world was under Jove.

Succeeding times a silver age behold,
Excelling brass, but more excell'd by gold.

Then summer, autumn, winter did appear:
And spring was but a season of the year.

The sun his annual course obliquely made,
Good days contracted, and enlarg'd the bad.

Then air with sultry heats began to glow;
The wings of winds were clogg'd with ice and snow;
And shivering mortals, into houses driv'n,
Sought shelter from th' inclemency of Heav'n.

Those houses, then, were caves, or homely sheds;
With twining oziers fenc'd; and moss their beds.

Then ploughs, for seed, the fruitful furrows broke,
And oxen labour'd first beneath the yoke.

From here you may go to the text and image of Book 1, Plate 5, or to the complete page of Plates for Book 1, or to the Baur 1703 Title Page, or to the Ovid Title Page.

Hope Greenberg, University of Vermont, Last update: November 17, 1997.