Who being found against hope to inherit riches of forbearsIn the well-witnessed Will haply by name did appear,And 'spite impious hopes of baffled claimant to kinshipStartles the Vulturine grip clutching the frost-bitten poll.Nor with such rapture e'er joyed his mate of snowy-hued plumageDove-mate, albeit aye wont in her immoderate heat Said be the bird to snatch hot kisses with beak ever billing,As diddest thou :—yet is Woman multivolent still. But thou 'vailedest alone all these to conquer in love-lowe,When conjoindd once more unto thy yellow-haired spouse.Worthy of yielding to her in naught or ever so little Came to the bosom of us she, the fair light of my life,Round whom fluttering oft the Love-God hither and thitherShone with a candid sheen robed in his safflower dress.She though never she bide with one Catullus contented,Yet will I bear with the rare thefts of my dame the discreet,Lest over-irk I give which still of fools is the fashion. Often did Juno eke Queen of the Heavenly hostBoil wi' the rabidest rage at dire default of a husband Learning the manifold thefts of her omnivolent Jove,