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.
CATULLUSEvery one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
More Catullus Quotes
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The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
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To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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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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Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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But you shall not escape my iambics.
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I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
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We see not our own backs.
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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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What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]
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What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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I 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.
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I 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.]
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