Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Did send, that ever day by day die he
- In Saturnalia, first of festivals.
- No! No! thus shall't not pass wi' thee, sweet wag,
- For I at dawning day will scour the booths
- Of bibliopoles, Aquinii, Caesii and
- Suffenus, gather all their poison-trash
- And with such torments pay thee for thy pains.
- Now for the present hence, adieu! begone
- Thither, whence came ye, brought by luckless feet,
- Pests of the Century, ye pernicious Poets.
- An of my trifles peradventure chance
- You to be readers, and the hands of you
- Without a shudder unto us be offer'd
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- To thee I trust my loves and me,
- (Aurelius!) craving modesty.
- That (if in mind didst ever long
- To win aught chaste unknowing wrong)
- Then guard my boy in purest way.
- From folk I say not: naught affray
- The crowds wont here and there to run
- Through street-squares, busied every one;
- But thee I dread nor less thy penis
- Fair or foul, younglings' foe I ween is!
- Wag it as wish thou, at its will,
- When out of doors its hope fulfil;
- Him bar I, modestly, methinks.
- But should ill-mind or lust's high jinks
- Thee (Sinner!), drive to sin so dread,
- That durst ensnare our dearling's head,
- Ah! woe's thee (wretch!) and evil fate,
- Mullet and radish shall pierce and grate,
- When feet-bound, haled through yawning gate.
- I'll . . . you twain and . . .
- Pathic Aurelius! Fúrius, libertines!
- Who durst determine from my versicles