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.
CATULLUSGodlike 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.
CATULLUSEvery one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
CATULLUSWhat a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
CATULLUSAway with you, water, destruction of wine!
CATULLUSOh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
CATULLUSThe vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
CATULLUSI hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
CATULLUSThe confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
CATULLUSGive me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
CATULLUSGive up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
CATULLUSBetter a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
CATULLUSI hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured. [Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]
CATULLUSStop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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 write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
CATULLUSThere is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
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