Catullus Quotes

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Oh this age! How tasteless and ill-bred it is!

Catullus
I hate and I love. Perhaps you ask why I do it? I don't know, but I feel it happening and am tortured.

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Give me a thousand kisses, and then a hundred,
Then another thousand, then a second hundred,
And then yet another thousand, then a hundred.

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There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

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If anything has happened to one who ever yearned and wished but never hoped, that is a rare pleasure of the soul.

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Mourn, ye Graces and Loves, and all you whom the Graces love. My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow, my lady's pet.

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Wandering through many countries and over many seas, I come, my brother, to these sorrowful obsequies, to present you with the last guerdon of death, and speak, though in vain, to your silent ashes.

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What is given by the gods more desirable than the fortunate hour?

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If a man can take any pleasure in recalling the thought of kindnesses done, when he thinks that he has been a true friend.

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May it live and last for more than one century.

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Mourn, you powers of Charm and Desire, and all you who are endowed with charm. My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's darling.

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Poor Catullus, you should cease your folly.

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You ask me, Lesbia, how many kisses
it will take to make me fully satisfied?

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As a flower grows concealed in an enclosed garden, unknown to the cattle, bruised by no plough, which the breezes caress, the sun makes strong, and the rain brings out; many boys and many girls long for it.

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I would see a little Torquatus, stretching his baby hands from his mother's lap, smile a sweet smile at his father with lips half parted.

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I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

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To whom shall I give my nice new little book polished dry with pumice?

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Like a god he seems to me, above the gods, if so may be, who sitting often close to you may see and hear you sweetly laughing, which snatches away all the senses from poor me.

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Godlike the man who
sits at her side, who
watches and catches
that laughter
which (softly) tears me
to tatters: nothing is
left of me, each time
I see her...

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But what a woman says to her lusting lover it is best to write in wind and swift-flowing water.

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