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

Catullus

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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Access Clean Love Myself Sing Writing Youth
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
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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Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Torment
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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Admire Herself Man Myself Relationship Side Time
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.
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Love Low Mindset Stop Women Wreck Yourself
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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Fond Promise Stream Vow Woman
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
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Lover Relationship Water Woman Writing
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
Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
CATULLUS

Back Condition Constant Faults Help Hope Motivational One Liner Time Wallet
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
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
CATULLUS

Better Death Gratitude Live Worth
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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Chaste Herself Lost Maid Sex Women
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
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Deserve Give Up Gratitude Thankful Thinking
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
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Agony Feeling Hate Love Myself
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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Agony Emotion Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Tear

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