nos quoque delectant, quamuis nocuere, libelli,
quodque mihi telum uulnera fecit, amo.
My books delight me, even though they have harmed me,
and I love the weapon which caused my wound.
In Amores 3.7, Ovid sings, hymns, celebrates his own impotence. Why?
In stark contrast with its nearest Latin relative, Horace's most grotesque, violent and abusive impotence poem (Epode 12, to be discussed later), Am. 3.7 is an erotic poem, and could even be considered a gentle one, perhaps excepting the couplet 67f. which is the emphatic opposite of the rest of the poem.