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She, if only report the truth bely not,
Doats, as hardly within her own possession.
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For since lately she read his high-preluding
Queen of Dindymus, all her heart is ever
Melting inly with ardour and with anguish. 1 5
Maiden, laudable is that high emotion,
Muse more rapturous, you, than any Sappho.
The Great Mother he surely sings divinely.
XXXVI.
I.
VILEST paper of all dishonour, annals
Of Volusius, hear my lovely lady's
Vow, and pay it ; awhile she swore to Venus
And fond Cupid, if ever I returning
Ceased from enmity, left to launch iambics, 5
She would surely devote the sorry poet's
Choicest rarities unto sooty Vulcan,
The lame deity, there to blaze lamenting.
With such drollery, such supreme defiance,
Swore strange oath to the gods the naughty wanton. 10
2.
Now, O heavenly child of azure Ocean,
Queen of Idaly, queen of Urian highlands,
Who Ancona the fair, the reedy Cnidos
Hauntest, Amathus and the lawny Golgi,
Or Dyrrhachium, hostel Adriatic ; 1 5
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Hear thy votaress, answer her petition ;
'Tis most graceful, a dainty thought to charm thee.
But ye verses, away to fire, to burning,
Rank rusticities, empty vapid annals
Of Volusius, heap of all dishonour. 20
XXXVII.
I.
O FROWSY tavern, frowsy fellowship therein,
Ninth post in order next beyond the twins cap-crown'd,
Shall manly service none but you alone employ,
Shall you alone whatever in the world smiles fair,
Possess it, every other hold to lack esteem ? 5
Or if in idiot impotence arow you sit,
One hundred, yes two hundred, am not I, think you,
A man to bring mine action on your whole row there ?
So think not, he that likes not ; answer how you may,
With scorpion I, with emblem all your haunt will
scrawl. 10
2.
For she the bright one, lately fled beyond these arms,
The maid belov'd as maiden is belov'd no more,
Whom I to win, stood often in the breach, fought long,
Has sat amongst you. Her the grand, the great, all, all
Do dearly love her; yea, beshrew the damned wrong, 15
Each slight seducer, every lounger highway-born,
You chiefly, peerless paragon of the. tribe long-lock'd,
Rude Celtiberia's child, the bushy rabbit-den,
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Egnatius, so modish in the big bush-beard,
And teeth a native lotion hardly scours quite pure. 20
XXXVIII.
CORNIFICIUS, ill is your Catullus,
111, ah heaven, a weary weight of anguish,
More more weary with every day, with each hour.
You deny me the least, the very lightest
Help, one whisper of happy thought to cheer me. 5
Nay, I'm sorrowful. You to slight my passion ?
Ah ! one word, but a tiny word to cheer me,
Sad as ever a tear Simonidean.
XXXIX.
I.
EGNATIUS, spruce owner of superb white teeth,
Smiles sweetly, smiles for ever : is the bench in view
Where stands a pleader just prepar'd to rouse our tears.
Egnatius smiles sweetly ; near the pyre they mourn
Where weeps a mother o'er the lost, the kind one son, 5
Egnatius smiles sweetly ; what the time or place
Or thing soe'er, smiles sweetly ; such a rare complaint
Is his, not handsome, scarce to please the town, say I.
2.
So take a warning for the nonce, my friend ; town-bred
Were you, a Sabine hale, a pearly Tiburtine, 10
A frugal Umbrian body, Tuscan huge of paunch,
A grim Lanuvian black of hue, prodigious-tooth'd,
A Transpadane, my country not to pass untax'd,
In short whoever cleanly cares to rinse foul teeth,
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Yet sweetly smiling ever I would have you not, 1 5
For silly laughter, it's a silly thing indeed.
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Well: you're a Celtiberian ; in the parts thereby
What pass'd the night in water, every man, come dawn,
Scours clean the foul teeth with it and the gums rose-
red ;
So those Iberian snowy teeth, the more they shine, 20
So much the deeper they proclaim the draught impure.
XL.
WHAT fatality, what chimera drives thee
Headlong, Ravidus, on to my iambics ?
What fell deity, most malign to listen,
Fires thy fury to quarrel unavailing ?
Wouldst thou busy the breath of half the people ? 5
Break with clamour at any cost the silence ?
Thou wilt do it ; a wretch that hop'd my darling
Love to fondle, a sure retaliation.
XLI.
AMEANA, the maiden of the people,
Asks me sesterces, all the many thousands.
Maiden she with a nose not wholly faultless,
Bankrupt Formian, your declar'd devotion.
Wherefore look to the maiden, her relations : 5
Call her family, summon all the doctors.
Your poor maiden is oddly touch'd ; a mirror
Sure would lend her a soberer reflexion.
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XLIL
I.
COME all hendecasyllables whatever,
Wheresoever ye house you, all whatever.
I the game of an impudent adultress ?
She refuse to return to me the tablets
Where you syllable ? O ye can't be silent 5
Up, have after her, ask renunciation.
Would ye know her ? a woman, you shall eye her
Strutting loftily, whiles she laughs a loud laugh
Vast and vulgar, a Gaulish hound beseeming.
Form your circle about her, ask her, urge her. 10
* Hark, adulteress, hand the note-book over.
Hark, the note-book, adultress, hand it over. '
2.
What ? you scorn us ? O ugly filth, detested
Trull, whatever is all abomination.
Nay then, louder. Enough as yet it is not. 15
If this only remains, perhaps the dog-like
Face may colour, a brassy blush may yield us.
Swell your voices in higher harsher yellings,
* Hark, adulteress, hand the note-book over;
Hark, the note-book; adultress, hand it over. ' 20
Look, she moves not at all: we waste the moments.
Change your quality, try another issue.
Such composure a sweeter air may alter.
' Pure and virtuous, hand the note-book over. '
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XLIII.
HAIL, fair virgin, a nose among the larger,
Feet not dainty, nor eyes to match a raven,
Mouth scarce tenible, hands not wholly faultless,
Tongue most surely not absolute refinement,
Bankrupt Formian, your declared devotion. 5
Thou the beauty, the talk of all the province ?
Thou my Lesbia tamely think to rival ?
O preposterous, empty generation !
XLIV.
THOU my Sabine farmstead or my Tiburtine,
For who Catullus would not harm, avow, kind souls,
Thou surely art at Tibur ; and who quarrel will
Sabine declare thee, stake the world to prove their say :
But be'st a Sabine, be'st a very Tiburtine, 5
At thy suburban villa what delight I knew
To spit the tiresome cough away, my lungs' ill guest,
My belly brought me, not without a sad weak sin,
Because a costly dinner I desir'd too much.
For I, to feast with Sestius, that host unmatched, 10
A speech of his, pure poison, every line deep-drugg'd,
His speech against the plaintiff Antius, read through.
Whereat a cold chill, soon a gusty cough in fits,
Shook, shook me ever, till to thy retreat I fled,
There duly dosed with nettle and repose found cure. 1 5
So, now recruited, thanks superlative, dear farm,
1 give thee, who so lightly didst avenge that sin.
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And trust me, farm, if ever I again take up
With Sextius' black charges, I'll rebel no more ;
Rut let the chill things damn to cold, to cough, not me 20
That read the volume no, but him, the man's vain self.
XLV.
i.
WHILE Septimius in his arms his Acme
Fondled closely, * My own,' said he, ' my Acme,
If I love not as unto death, nor hold me
Ever faithfully well-prepar'd to largest
Strain of fiery wooer yet to love thee,
Then in Libya, then may I alone in
Burning India face a sulky lion. '
Scarce he ended, upon the right did eager
Love sneeze amity ; 'twas before to leftward.
2.
Acme quietly back her head reclining
Towards her boy, with a rosy mouth delightful
Kissed his passionate eyes elately swimming,
Then ' Septimius, O my life ' she murmur'd,
' So may he that is in this hour ascendant
Rule us ever, as in me burns a greater
Fire, a fiercer, in every vein triumphing. '
Scarce she ended, upon the right did eager
Love sneeze amity ; 'twas before to leftward.
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So, that augury joyous each possessing,
Loves, is lov'd with an even emulation.
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Poor Septimius, all to please his Acme,
Recks not Syria, recks not any Britain.
In Septimius only faithful Acme
Makes her softnesses, holds her happy pleasures.
When did mortal on any so rejoicing 25
Look, on union hallow'd as divinely ?
XLVI.
Now soft spring with her early warmth returneth,
Now doth Zephyrus, health benignly breathing,
Still the boisterous equinoctial heaven.
Leave we Phrygia, leave the plains, Catullus,
Leave N icaea, the sultry soil of harvest :
On for Asia, for the starry cities.
Now all flurry the soul is out a-ranging,
Now with vigour aflame the feet renew them.
Farewell company true, my lovely comrades.
You so joyfully borne from home together,
Now o'er many a weary way returning.
XLVI I.
PORCIUS, Socration, the greedy. Piso's
Tools of thievery, rogues to famish ages,
So that filthy Priapus ousts to please you
My Veranius even and Fabullus ?
What ? shall you then at early noon carousing
Lap in luxury ? they, my jolly comrades,
Search the streets on a quest of invitation ?
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XLVIII.
IF, Juventius, I the grace win ever
Still on beauteous honied eyes to kiss thee,
I would kiss them a million, yet a million.
Yea, nor count me to win the full attainment,
Not, tho' heavier e'en than ears at harvest,
Fall my kisses, a wealthy crop delightful.
XLIX.
GREATEST speaker of any born a Roman,
Marcus Tullius, all that are, that have been,
That shall ever in after-years be famous ;
Thanks superlative unto thee Catullus
Renders, easily last among the poets.
He as easily last among the poets
As thou surely the first among the pleaders.
I.
DEAR Lucinius, yestereve we linger'd
Scrawling fancies, a hundred, in my tablets,
Wits in combat ; a treaty this between us.
Scribbling drolleries each of us together
Launched one arrowy metre and another,
Tenders jocular o'er the merry wine-cup.
2.
So quite sorely with all your humour heated
Gay Lucinius, I that eve departed.
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Food my misery could not any lighten,
Sleep nor quiet upon my eyes descended. 10
Still untamable o'er the couch did I then
Turn and tumble, in haste to see the day-light,
Hear your prattle again, again be with you.
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Then, when weary with all the worry, numb'd, dead,
Sank my body, upon the bed reposing, 1 5
This, O humorous heart, did I, a poem
Write, my tedious anguish all revealing.
O beware then of hardihood ; a lover's
Plea for charity, dear my friend, reject not :
What if Nemesis haply claim repayment? 20
She is tyrannous. O beware offending.
LI.
HE to me like unto the Gods appeareth,
He, if I dare speak it, ascends above them,
Face to face who toward thee attently sitting
Gazes or hears thee
Lovely in sweet laughter ; alas within me 5
Every lost sense falleth away for anguish ;
When as I look'd on thee, upon my lips no
Whisper abideth,
Straight my tongue froze, Lesbia ; soon a subtle
Fire thro' each limb streameth adown; with inward 10
Sound the full ears tinkle, on either eye night's
Canopy darkens.
Ease alone, Catullus, alone afflicts thee ;
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Ease alone breeds error of heady riot ;
Ease hath entomb'd princes of old renown and
Cities of honour.
LIT.
ENOUGH, Catullus ! how can you delay to die ?
If in the curule chair a hump sits, Nonius ;
A would-be consul lies in hope, Vatinius ;
Enough, Catullus ! how can you delay to die ?
LIII.
How I laughed at a wag amid the circle !
He, when Calvus in high denunciation
Of Vatinius had declaim'd divinely,
Hands uplifted as in supreme amazement,
Cried ' God bless us ! a wordy cockalorum ! '
LIV.
OTHO'S head is a very dwarf; a rustic's
Shanks has Herius, only semi-cleanly ;
Libo's airs to a fume of art refine them.
Yet thou flee'st not above my keen iambics.
[So may destiny doom me quite to silence]
As I care not if every line offend thee
And Sufficius, age in youth's revival.
Thou shalt kindle at innocent iambics,
Mighty general, once again returning.
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LV.
i.
LIST, I beg, provided you're in humour,
Speak your privacy,, show what alley veils you.
You I sought on Campus, I, the lesser,
You on Circus, in all the bills but you, sir.
You with father Jove in holy temple. 5
Then, where flocks the parade to Magnus' arches,
Friend, I hail'd each lady promenader,
Each, I found, did face me quite sedately.
2.
What ? they steal, I loudly cried protesting,
My Camerius ? out upon the wenches ! 10
Answer'd one and lightly bared a bosom,
' See ! what bowery roses ; here he hides him. '
Yea 'twould task e'en Hercules to bear you,
You so scornful, friend, in your refusing.
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Not tho' I were warder of the Cretans, 15
Not tho' Pegasus on his airy pinion,
Perseus feathery- footed, I a Ladas,
Rhesus' chariot yok'd to snowy coursers,
Add each feathery sandal, every flying
Power, ask fleetness of all the winds of heaven, 20
Mine, Camerius, and to me devoted ;
Yet with drudgery sorely spent should I, yet
Worn, outworn with languor unto languor
Faint, O friend, in an empty quest to find you.
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Say, where think you anon to be ; declare it, 25 (15)
Fair and free, submit, commit to daylight.
What ? still thrall to the lovely lily ladies ?
Keep close mouth, lock fast the tongue within it,
Love's felicity falls without fruition ;
Venus still is free to talk, a babbler. 30 (20)
Yet close palate, an if ye will it ; only
In my love some part to bear refuse not.
LVII.
O RARE sympathies ! happy rakes united !
There Mamurra the woman, here a Caesar.
Who can wonder ? An ugly brand on either,
His, true Formian, his, politely Roman,
Rests indelible, in the bone residing.
Either infamous, each a twin dishonour,
Bookish brethren, a dainty pair pedantic ;
One adultrous, as hungry he ; with equal
Parts in women, a lusty corporation.
O rare sympathies ! happy rakes united !
LVII I.
THAT bright Lesbia, Caelius, the self-same
Peerless Lesbia, she than whom Catullus
Self nor family more devoutly cherish'd,
By foul roads, or in every shameful alley,
Strains the vigorous issue of the people.
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LIX.
POOR Rufa from Bononia Rufulus gallants,
Menenius' errant lady, she that in grave-yards
(You've seen her often) snaps from every pile her meal,
When hotly chasing dusty loaves the fire rolls down,
She felt some half-shorn corpseman and his hand's big
blow. 5
LX.
HADST thou a Libyan lioness on heights all stone,
A Scylla, barking wolvish at the loins' last verge,
To bear thee, O black-hearted, O to shame forsworn,
That unto supplication in my last sad need
Thou mightst not harken, deaf to ruth, a beast, no
man ? 5
LXL
GOD, on verdurous Helicon
Dweller, child of Urania,
Thou that draw'st to the man the fair
Maiden, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus : 5
Wreathe thy brows in amaracus'
Fragrant blossom ; an aureat
Veil be round thee ; approach, in all
Joy, approach with a luminous
Foot, a sandal of amber. 10
Come, for jolly the time, awake.
Chant in melody musical
Hymns of bridal ; on earth a foot
Beating, hands to the winds above
Torches oozily swinging. 15
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Such, as she that on Idaly
Venus dwelleth, appear'd before
Him, the Phrygian arbiter,
So with Mallius happily
Happy Junia weddeth. 20
Like some myrtle of Asia
Bright in airily blossoming
Boughs, the wood Hamadryades
Nurse with showery dew, to be
Theirs, a tender plaything. 25
So come to us in haste ; away,
Leave thy Thespian hollow-arch'd
Rock, muse-haunted, Aonian,
Drench'd in spray from aloft, the cold
Drift of Nymph Aganippe. 30
Homeward summon a sovereign
Wife most passionate, holden in
Love fast prisoner ; ivy not
Closer closes an elm around,
Interchangeably trailing. 35
You too with him, O you for whom
Comes as joyous a time, your own.
Virgins stainless of heart, arise.
Chant in unison, Hymen, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 40
That, more readily listening,
Whiles your song to familiar
Duty calls him, he hie apace,
Lord of fair paramours, of youth's
Fair affection uniter. 45
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WHO more worthy than he to list
Lovers wearily languishing ?
Bends from heaven a sovereign
God adorabler ? Hymen, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 50
You the father in years for his
Child beseecheth ; a virginal
Zone falls slackly to earth for you,
You half-fear in his hankering
Lists the groomsman approaching. 55
You from motherly lap the bright
Girl can sever ; your hand divine
Gives dominion, ushering
Warm the lover. O Hymen, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 60
Nought delightful, if you be far,
Nought unharmed of envious
Tongues, Love wins him : if you be near
Much he wins him. O excellent
God, that hath not a rival. 65
Houses cannot, if you be far,
Yield their children, a babe renew
Sire or mother : if you be near,
Comes renewal. O excellent
God, that hath not a rival. 70
If your great ceremonial
Fail, no champion yeomanry
Guards the border. If you be near
Arms the border. O excellent
God, that hath not a rival. 75
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FLING the portal apart. The bride
Waits. O see ye the luminous
Torch-flakes ruddily flickering ?
80
Nought she hears us : her innocent (80)
Eyes do weep to be going. 85
Weep not, lady ; for envious
Tongue no lovelier owneth, Au-
Runculeia ; nor any more
Fair saw rosily bright the dawn ( 85 )
Leave his chamber in Ocean. 90
Such in many a flowering
Garden, trimm'd for a lord's delight,
Stands some delicate hyacinth.
Yet you tarry. The day declines. ( 90 )
Forth, fair bride, to the people. 95
Forth, fair bride, to the people, if
So it likes you, a-listening
Words that please us. O eye ye yon
Torches ruddily flickering ? ( 95 )
Forth, fair bride, to the people. 100
Husband never of yours shall haunt
Stained wanton, a mutinous
Fancy shamefully following,
Tire not ever, or e'er from your ( 100)
Dainty bosom unyoke him. 105
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He more lithe than a vine amid
Trees, that, mazily folded, it
Clasps and closes, in amorous
Arms shall close thee. The day declines. ( 105 )
Forth, fair bride, to the people. 1 10
Couch of pleasure, O odorous
Couch, whose gorgeous apparellings,
Silver-purple, on Indian
Woods do rest them; adown the bright
Feet in ivory glisten ; 1 1 5
When thy lord in his hour attains,
What large extasy, while the night ( 1 10 )
Fleets, or noon the meridian
Passes thoro'. The day declines.
Forth, fair bride, to the people, 120
LIFT the torches aloft in air,
Boys : the fiery veil is here. ( 1 1 5 )
Come, to measure your hymn rehearse.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 125
Nor withhold ye the countryman's
Ribald raillery Fescenine. ( 1 20 )
Nor if happily boys declare
Thy dominion attaint, refuse,
Youth, the nuts to be flinging. 130
Fling, O womanish youth ; the boys
Ask thee charity. Time agone ( 125 )
Toys and folly ; to-day begins
Our high duty, Talassius.
Hasten, youth, to be flinging. 135
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Thou didst surely but yestereve
Mock the women, a favourite (130)
Far above them : anon the first
Beard, the razor. Alack, alas !
Hasten, youth, to be flinging. 140
You, whom odorous oils declare
Bridegroom, swerve not : a slippery ( 135 )
Love calls lightly, but yet refrain.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 145
Lawful only did e'er delight
You, we know ; but it is not, O ( 140 )
Husband, lawful as heretofore.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 150
Bride, thou also, if he demand
Aught, refuse not, assent, obey. ( 145 )
Love can angrily pipe adieu.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 155
Look I thy mansion, a sovereign
Home most goodly, by him to thee (150)
Given. Reign as a queen within,
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 160
Still when hoary decrepitude,
Shaking wintery brows benign, ( 1 5 5 )
Nods a tremulous Yes to all.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
Hymen, O Hymenaeus. 165
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