Godlike 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.
CATULLUSTo whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
More Catullus Quotes
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Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
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Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
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I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
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Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
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Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
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Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
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Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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