Carmina

If someone let me kiss continually your honey-sweet eyes, Juventius, continually I'd kiss even to three hundred thousand kisses, nor ever should I seem on the verge of having enough, not even if the crop of our kisses should be thicker than dried wheat sheaves.

Most eloquent of Romulus' descendancy—as many as there are, who have been, 0 Marcus Tullius, and who will be after in other years—to you Catullus gives his greatest gratitude, the worst poet of all by as much as you are the best advocate of all.