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Peer 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 Mine every sense, and as I gaze Upon thee (Lesbia!) o'er me straysMy tongue is dulled, my limbs adownFlows subtle flame; with sound its own Rings either ear, and o'er are strownMine eyes with night.Ease has thy lot, Catullus, crost,Ease gladdens thee at heaviest cost,Ease killed the Kings ere this and lost the tallest towns