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.]
CATULLUSWho 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.]
CATULLUSI hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
CATULLUSBetter a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
CATULLUSThe vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
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.
CATULLUSThere is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
CATULLUSGive me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
CATULLUSWhat women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
CATULLUSStop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
CATULLUSLet us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
CATULLUSMy lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
CATULLUSThere is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
CATULLUSTo whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
CATULLUSIt is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
CATULLUSWe see not our own backs.
CATULLUSI hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
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