Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
CATULLUSMy lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
More Catullus Quotes
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I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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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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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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What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
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Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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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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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 up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
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It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
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There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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