Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
CATULLUSEvery one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
CATULLUSStop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
CATULLUSI hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
CATULLUSThere is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
CATULLUSOh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
CATULLUSAway with you, water, destruction of wine!
CATULLUSI 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.
CATULLUSIt is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
CATULLUSSo 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.
CATULLUSI write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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.
CATULLUSWe see not our own backs.
CATULLUSI hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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.]
CATULLUSGive me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
CATULLUSWhat women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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