Carmina

Catullus

Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.

  1. But if (as guess I) this choice boon new-found
  2. To thee from "Commentator" Sulla come,
  3. None ill I hold it—well and welcome 'tis,
  4. For that thy labours ne'er to death be doom'd.
  5. Great Gods! What horrid booklet damnable
  6. Unto thine own Catullus thou (perdie!)
  7. Did send, that ever day by day die he
  8. In Saturnalia, first of festivals.
  9. No! No! thus shall't not pass wi' thee, sweet wag,
  10. For I at dawning day will scour the booths
  11. Of bibliopoles, Aquinii, Caesii and
  12. Suffenus, gather all their poison-trash
  13. And with such torments pay thee for thy pains.
  14. Now for the present hence, adieu! begone
  15. Thither, whence came ye, brought by luckless feet,
  16. Pests of the Century, ye pernicious Poets.
  1. An of my trifles peradventure chance
  2. You to be readers, and the hands of you
  3. Without a shudder unto us be offer'd
  4. ---
  1. To thee I trust my loves and me,
  2. (Aurelius!) craving modesty.
  3. That (if in mind didst ever long
  4. To win aught chaste unknowing wrong)
  5. Then guard my boy in purest way.
  6. From folk I say not: naught affray
  7. The crowds wont here and there to run
  8. Through street-squares, busied every one;
  9. But thee I dread nor less thy penis