Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Ever so happy as when verse he write:
- So self admires he with so full delight.
- In sooth, we all thus err, nor man there be
- But in some matter a Suffenus see
- Thou canst: his lache allotted none shall lack
- Yet spy we nothing of our back-borne pack.
- Furius ! Nor chest, nor slaves can claim,
- Bug, Spider, nor e'e n hearth aflame,
- Yet thine a sire and step-dame who
- Wi' tooth can ever flint-food chew!
- So thou, and pleasant happy life
- Lead wi' thy parents wooden wife.
- Nor be this marvel: hale are all,
- Well ye digest; no fears appal
- For household-arsons, heavy ruin,
- Plunderings impious, poison-brewin'
- Or other parlous case forlorn.
- Your frames are hard and dried like horn,
- Or if more arid aught ye know
- By suns and frosts and hunger-throe.