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What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.

Catullus

Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
CATULLUS

Calm Heat Rage Restore Sky Spring
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
CATULLUS

Chaste God Himself Poem Poet
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
CATULLUS

Agony Feeling Hate Love Myself
The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
CATULLUS

Angry Favor God Right Wild Wrong
My mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
CATULLUS

Love Low Mindset Stop Women Wreck Yourself
I 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.
CATULLUS

Civil Culture Greatness Imagination Misfortune People Power Religious Ruler
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
CATULLUS

Kiss Myself Relationship Romance
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.]
CATULLUS

Darkness Path Return Travel
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
CATULLUS

Foolish Laugh One Liner
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
CATULLUS

Desire Difficult Hard Time Love Relationship
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
CATULLUS

Access Clean Love Myself Sing Writing Youth
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
CATULLUS

Book Little Myself One Liner
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.
CATULLUS

Admire Herself Man Myself Relationship Side Time
What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
CATULLUS

Lover Myself Running Water Women Writing
My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
CATULLUS

Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
CATULLUS

Age Birth Birthday Cake Surprise Taste

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