Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- But we, extinguished once our tiny light,
- Perforce shall slumber through one lasting night!
- Kiss me a thousand times, then hundred more,
- Then thousand others, then a new five-score,
- Still other thousand other hundred store.
- Last when the sums to many thousands grow,
- The tale let's trouble till no more we know,
- Nor envious wight despiteful shall misween us
- Knowing how many kisses have been kissed between us.
- Thy Charmer (Flavius!) to Catullus' ear
- Were she not manner'd mean and worst in wit
- Perforce thou hadst praised nor couldst silence keep.
- But some enfevered jade, I wot-not-what,
- Some piece thou lovest, blushing this to own.
- For, nowise 'customed widower nights to lie
- Thou 'rt ever summoned by no silent bed
- With flow'r-wreaths fragrant and with Syrian oil,
- By mattress, bolsters, here, there, everywhere
- Deep-dinted, and by quaking, shaking couch