NONE could ever say that she,

Now, hang me, but for all her art,I find that I have gained her heart.My proof is this: I plainly seeThe case is just the same with me;I curse her every hour sincerely,Yet, hang me, but I love her dearly.

that loosed her belt, too long tied.

my girl’s sparrow is dead,my girl’s beloved sparrow.She loved him more than herself.He was sweeter than honey, and heknew her, as she knows her mother.He never flew out of her lap,but, hopping about here and there,just chirped to his lady, alone.Now he is flying the darkno one ever returns from.Evil to you, evil Shadesof Orcus,…

That I may give the last gifts to the dead,And vainly parley with thine ashes dumb:Since she who now bestows and now deniesHath ta’en thee, hapless brother, from mine eyes.But lo! these gifts, the heirlooms of past years,Are made sad things to grace thy coffin shell;Take them, all drenched with a brother’s tears,And, brother, for…

outermost India booms the eastern ocean’swonderful thunder;whether he stops with Arabs or Hyrcani,Parthian bowmen or nomadic Sagae;or goes to Egypt, which the Nile so richlydyes, overflowing;even if he should scale the lofty Alps, orsummon to mind the mightiness of Caesarviewing the Gallic Rhine, the dreadful Britonsat the world’s far end–you’re both prepared to share in…

and if you bring lots of good food with you,and don’t come without a pretty girland wine and wit and all your laughter.I say you’ll dine well, and charmingly,if you bring all that: since your Catullus’spurse alas is full of cobwebs.But accept endearments in return for the wineor whatever’s sweeter and finer:since I’ll give you…