TO JUVENTIUS.Could there never be found in folk so thronging (Juventius!)Any one charming thee whom thou couldst fancy to love,Save and except that host from deadliest site of Pisaurum,Wight than a statue gilt wanner and yellower-hued,Whom to thy heart thou takest and whom thou darest before usChoose? But villain what deed doest thou little canst wot!

TO QUINTIUS.Quintius! an thou wish that Catullus should owe thee his eyesOr aught further if aught dearer can be than his eyes,Thou wilt not ravish from him what deems he dearer and nearerE'en than his eyes if aught dearer there be than his eyes.

OF LESBIA's HUSBAND.Lesbia heaps upon me foul words her mate being present;Which to that simple soul causes the fullest delight. Mule! naught sensest thou: did she forget us in silence,Whole she had been; but now what so she rails and she snarls,Not only dwells in her thought, but worse and even more risky,