No more thy pains for others' welfare spend, Nor think by service to attach a friend: All are ungrateful - love goes slighted still - Nor merely so, but is repaid by ill; Witness myself, house bitterest foe is he, Who never had a friend on earth bu |
No more thy pains for others' welfare spend, Nor think by service to attach a friend: All are ungrateful - love goes slighted still - Nor merely so, but is repaid by ill; Witness myself, house bitterest foe is he, Who never had a friend on earth bu |
Now he is treading that dark road to the place from which they say no one has ever returned. |
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky. |
O gods, grant me this in return for my piety. |
Poor Catullus, cease your folly and give up for lost what you see is lost. |
Poor Catullus, cease your folly and give up for lost what you see is lost. |
Rise up, lads, the evening is coming. The evening star is just raising his long-awaited light in heaven. |
So a maiden, while she remains untouched, remains dear to her own; but when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls |
There is nothing sillier than a silly laugh |
What a woman says to her avid lover should be written in wind and running water. |