Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Nor ever deem I'd reach satiety,
- Not albe denser than dried wheat-ears show
- The kissing harvests our embraces grow.
- Most eloquent 'mid race of Romulus>
- That is or ever was (Marc Tullius!)
- Or in the coming years the light shall see,
- His thanks, the warmest, offers unto thee
- Catullus, poet sorriest that be,
- And by such measure poet sorriest,
- As thou of pleaders art the bestest best.
- Idly (Licinius!) we our yesterday,
- Played with my tablets much as pleased us play,
- In mode becoming souls of dainty strain.
- Inditing verses either of us twain
- Now in one measure then in other line
- We rang the changes amid wit and wine.
- Then fared I homewards by thy fun so fired
- And by thy jests (Licinius!) so inspired,
- Nor food my hapless appetite availed
- Nor sleep in quiet rest my eyelids veiled,