TO PORCIUS AND SOCRATIONPorcius and Socration, pair sinisterOf Piso, scabs and starvelings of the world,You to Fabúllus and my Verianiólus,Hath dared yon snipt Priapus to prefer?Upon rich banquets sumptuously spreadStill gorge you daily while my comrades must Go seek invitals where the three roads fork?

TO JUVENTIUSThose honied eyes of thine (Juventius!)If any suffer me sans stint to buss,I'd kiss of kisses hundred thousands three,Nor ever deem I'd reach satiety,Not albe denser than dried wheat-ears showThe kissing harvests our embraces grow.

TO MARCUS TULLIUS CICEROMost eloquent 'mid race of Romulus>That is or ever was (Marc Tullius!)Or in the coming years the light shall see,His thanks, the warmest, offers unto theeCatullus, poet sorriest that be, And by such measure poet sorriest, As thou of pleaders art the bestest best.

TO HIS FRIEND LICINIUSIdly (Licinius!) we our yesterday,Played with my tablets much as pleased us play,In mode becoming souls of dainty strain.Inditing verses either of us twainNow in one measure then in other lineWe rang the changes amid wit and wine.Then fared I homewards by thy fun so firedAnd by thy jests (Licinius!) so inspired,Nor food my hapless appetite availedNor sleep in quiet rest my eyelids veiled,But o'er the bedstead wild in furious plightI tossed a-longing to behold the light,So I might talk wi' thee, and be wi' thee.But when these wearied limbs from labour freeWere on my couchlet strewn half-dead to lie, For thee (sweet wag!) this poem for thee wrote I,Whereby thou mete and weet my cark and care.Now be not over-bold, nor this our prayerOutspit thou (apple of mine eyes !): we prayLest doom thee Nemesis hard pain repay :— She's a dire Goddess, 'ware thou cross her way.

TO LESBIAPeer of a God meseemeth he, Nay passing Gods (and that can be!) Who all the while sits facing theeSees thee and hearsThy low sweet laughs which (ah me!) daze