Of 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 CICERO
Most 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,