Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Out of my sheep-cotes ta'en the fatted lamb
- Sends home with silver right-hand heavily charged;
- And, while its mother lows, the tender calf
- Before the temples of the Gods must bleed.
- Hence of such Godhead, (traveller !) stand in awe,
- Best it befits thee off to keep thy hands.
- Thy cross is ready, shaped as artless yard;
- "I'm willing, 'faith" (thou say'st) but 'faith here comes
- The boor, and plucking forth with bended arm
- Makes of this tool a club for doughty hand.
- Aurelius, father of the famisht crew,
- Not sole of starvelings now, but wretches who
- Were, are, or shall be in the years to come,
- My love, my dearling, fain art thou to strum.
- Nor privately; for nigh thou com'st and jestest
- And to his side close-sticking all things questest.
- 'Tis vain: while lay'st thou snares for me the worst,
- By . . . . I will teach thee first.
- An food-full thus do thou, my peace I'd keep: