The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
CATULLUSThe confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
CATULLUSGodlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.
CATULLUSFor the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
CATULLUSI write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
CATULLUSStop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
CATULLUSEvery one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
CATULLUSNow Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
CATULLUSGive me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
CATULLUSTo whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
CATULLUSWhat woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]
CATULLUSIt is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
CATULLUSI can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
CATULLUSIt is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
CATULLUSBut you shall not escape my iambics.
CATULLUSI hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
CATULLUSThere is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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