Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Or aught of sweeter taste or fairer make:
- I'll give thee unguent lent my girl to scent
- By every Venus and all Cupids sent,
- Which, as thou savour, pray Gods interpose
- And thee, Fabúllus, make a Naught-but-nose.
- Did I not liefer love thee than my eyes
- (Winsomest Calvus!), for that gift of thine
- Certès I'd hate thee with Vatinian hate.
- Say me, how came I, or by word or deed,
- To cause thee plague me with so many a bard?
- The Gods deal many an ill to such a client,
- Who sent of impious wights to thee such crowd.
- But if (as guess I) this choice boon new-found
- To thee from "Commentator" Sulla come,
- None ill I hold it—well and welcome 'tis,
- For that thy labours ne'er to death be doom'd.
- Great Gods! What horrid booklet damnable
- Unto thine own Catullus thou (perdie!)
- Did send, that ever day by day die he