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Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
Catullus
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Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
Catullus
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It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
Catullus
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Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
Catullus
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Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
Catullus
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So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
Catullus
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Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.
Catullus
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Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
Catullus
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I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
Catullus
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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.
Catullus
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What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
Catullus
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I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
Catullus
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Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
Catullus
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There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
Catullus
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I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
Catullus
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My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight
Catullus
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The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
Catullus
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What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.
Catullus
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What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
Catullus
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Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.
Catullus
