Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
CATULLUSGive me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
CATULLUSI write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
CATULLUSWhat a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
CATULLUSOh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
CATULLUSMy 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.
CATULLUSI hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
CATULLUSStop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
CATULLUSWe see not our own backs.
CATULLUSLet us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
CATULLUSIt is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
CATULLUSBut you shall not escape my iambics.
CATULLUSAway with you, water, destruction of wine!
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.]
CATULLUSThe vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
CATULLUSEvery one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
CATULLUSAway with you, water, destruction of wine!
CATULLUS