Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
CATULLUSBetter a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
More Catullus Quotes
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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.
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We see not our own backs.
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Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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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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Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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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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Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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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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Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
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Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
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