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Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

Catullus

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
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
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
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
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
CATULLUS

Destruction Water Wine Yourself
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
CATULLUS

Live Myself Relationship Togetherness
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
CATULLUS

Book Little Myself One Liner
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
CATULLUS

Age Birth Birthday Cake Surprise Taste
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
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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Calm Heat Rage Restore Sky Spring
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
CATULLUS

Deserve Give Up Gratitude Thankful Thinking
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
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.
CATULLUS

Chaste Herself Lost Maid Sex Women
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
CATULLUS

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

Lover Myself Running Water Women Writing

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

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