Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- Now shall I see thee, safely hear thee tell
- Of sites Iberian, deeds and nations 'spied,
- (As be thy wont) and neck-a-neck applied
- I'll greet with kisses thy glad lips and eyne.
- Oh! Of all mortal men beatified
- Whose joy and gladness greater be than mine?
- Led me my Varus to his flame,
- As I from Forum idling came.
- Forthright some whorelet judged I it
- Nor lacking looks nor wanting wit,
- When hied we thither, mid us three
- Fell various talk, as how might be
- Bithynia now, and how it fared,
- And if some coin I made or spared.
- "There was no cause (I soothly said)
- "The Praetors or the Cohort made
- Thence to return with oilier head;
- The more when ruled by---
- Praetor, as pile the Cohort rating."
- Quoth they, "But certes as 'twas there
- The custom rose, some men to bear
- Litter thou boughtest ?" I to her
- To seem but richer, wealthier,
- Cry, "Nay, with me 'twas not so ill
- That, given the Province suffered, still
- Eight stiff-backed loons I could not buy.'
- (Withal none here nor there owned I
- Who broken leg of Couch outworn
- On nape of neck had ever borne!)
- Then she, as pathic piece became,
- "Prithee Catullus mine, those same
- Lend me, Serapis-wards I'd hie." ---
- "Easy, on no-wise, no," quoth I,
- "Whate'er was mine, I lately said
- Is some mistake, my camarade
- One Cinna-Gaius-bought the lot,