Carmina

Catullus

Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.

  1. But who yieldeth herself unto advowtry impure,
  2. Ah! may her loathed gifts in light dust uselessly soak,
  3. For of unworthy sprite never a gift I desire.
  4. Rather, 0 new-mated brides, be concord aye your companion,
  5. Ever let constant love dwell in the dwellings of you.
  6. Yet when thou sightest, 0 Queen, the Constellations, I pray thee,
  7. Every festal day Venus the Goddess appease;
  8. Nor of thy unguent-gifts allow myself to be lacking,
  9. Nay, do thou rather add largeliest increase to boons.
  10. Would but the stars down fall! Could I of my Queen be the hair-lock,
  11. Neighbour to Hydrochois e'en let Oarion shine.

Quintus.
  1. 0 to the gentle spouse right dear, right dear to his parent,
  2. Hail, and with increase fair Jupiter lend thee his aid,
  3. Door, 'tis said wast fain kind service render to Balbus
  4. Erst while, long as the house by her old owner was held;
  5. Yet wast rumoured again to serve a purpose malignant,
  6. After the elder was stretched, thou being oped for a bride.
  7. Come, then, tell us the why in thee such change be reported
  8. That to thy lord hast abjured faithfulness owed of old?
Door.
  1. Never (so chance I to please Caeci1ius owning me now-a-days!)
  2. Is it my own default, how so they say it be mine;
  3. Nor can any declare aught sin by me was committed.
  4. Yet it is so declared (Quintus!) by fable of folk;
  5. Who, whenever they find things done no better than should be,
  6. Come to me outcrying all:—"Door, the default is thine own!"
Quintus.
  1. This be never enough for thee one-worded to utter,
  2. But in such way to deal, each and all sense it and see.
Door.
  1. What shall I do? None asks, while nobody troubles to know.
Quintus.
  1. Willing are we? unto us stay not thy saying to say.
Door.
  1. First let me note that the maid to us committed (assert they)
  2. Was but a fraud: her mate never a touch of her had,
  3. ---
  4. But that a father durst dishonour the bed of his first-born,
  5. Folk all swear, and the house hapless with incest bewray;
  6. Or that his impious mind was blunt with fiery passion