TO HIMSELF RECOUNTING LESBIA'S INCONSTANCYWoe-full Catullus! cease to play the foolAnd what thou seest dead as dead regard!Whilòme the sheeniest suns for thee did shineWhen oft-a-tripping whither led the girlBy us beloved, as shall none be loved.There all so merry doings then were doneAfter thy liking, nor the girl was loath.Then certès sheeniest suns for thee did shine.Now she's unwilling: thou too (hapless!) willHer flight to follow, and sad life to live:Endure with stubborn soul and still obdure.