To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
CATULLUSOh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
More Catullus Quotes
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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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Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
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What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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We see not our own backs.
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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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I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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But you shall not escape my iambics.
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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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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.]
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Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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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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Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
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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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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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