Carmina

Otho's tiny little head is---the master's uncouth half-soaped legs, Libo's light and delicate wind---if not all things I wish would displease you and Fuficius, that warmed-over old man---again you will be enraged at my undeserving iambics, Generalissimo.

We beg, if maybe it's not too much trouble, you'll show us where your haunt may be. We looked for you in the smaller Campus, for you in the Circus, for you in every bookshop, for you in Jupiter's holy temple. My friend, on Magnus' promenade I grabbed every girl I saw whose looks were unruffled, and at the same time I demanded loudly, "Give me back Camerius, you wretched girls." One of them, drawing back her naked--- "Look! he's hiding here between my rosey-red nipples!" But bearing with you is a labor of Hercules now. Do you deny that you bear yourself in such great arrogance, my friend? Tell us where you will be, declare it boldly, give up the secret, trust it to the light. What, do the milk-white maidens detain you? If you hold your tongue closed up in your mouth, you squander Love's every fruit: for Venus joys in words and talk. Yet if you wish, you may bar your palate, as long as you are a partner of true love.

O thing ridiculous, Cato, and funny, and worthy of your ears and of your laughter. Laugh, Cato, the more you love Catullus: the thing is ridiculous and too funny. Just now I caught a boy a-thrusting in a girl: and, so please you, Dione, for lack of a weapon I slayed him with my own rigidity.

Beautifully it fits the shameless sodomites, Mamurra and sexually submissive Caesar. It's no wonder: they share like stains—the one from the City, the other, Formian—which stay deep-marked and they can not be washed off. Debauched twins each, both learned, both in one bed, one not more than the other the greater greedier adulterer, allied rivals of the girls. Beautifully it fits the shameless sodomites.