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I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
Catullus
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For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
Catullus
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The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
Catullus
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Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale
Catullus
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Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
Catullus
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I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured.
Catullus
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It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Catullus
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I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
Catullus
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My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
Catullus
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To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
Catullus
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I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
Catullus
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There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est
Catullus
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Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
Catullus
