Carmina

Could no one in this great people, Juventius, be a nice man you could fall in love with except for this guest of yours, paler than a gilded statue, from the dying town of Pisaurum? He who now has your heart, whom you dare to place before us; and you know not what crime you commit.

Quintius, if you want Catullus to owe you his eyes, or another thing dearer than his eyes, if such there is, do not snatch from him what is much dearer to him than his eyes, or what is dearer than his eyes.