Quotes by Catullus

“Come boy, and pour for me a cupOf old Falernian. Fill it upWith wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear;Our host decrees no water here.Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew,The sluggish thin ...”

“To whom shall I offer this book, young and sprightly,Neat, polished, wide-margined, and finished politely?To you, my Cornelius, whose learning pedantic,Has dared to set forth in three volumes gigan...”

“I have lost you, my brotherAnd your death has ended The spring seasonOf my happiness, our house is buried with youAnd buried the laughter that you taught me.There are no thoughts of love nor of po...”

“Journeying over many seas & through many countries I came dear brother to this pitiful leave-taking The last gestures by your gravesideThe futility of words over your quiet ashes.Life cleft us from...”

“But your own tears blind you to mine.I am not neglectful of friendship,but we two squat in the same coracle,we are both swamped by the same stormy waters,I have not the gifts of a happy man. . . Of...”

“Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio. des fieri sentio et excrucior.I hate and I love. You may ask, why I do this. I do not know. But I sense that I do and it pains me.”

“Nothing is left of meEach time I see her”

“What a woman tells her lover in desireshould be written out on air & running water.”

“I hate and love. And why, perhaps youll ask.I dont know: but I feel, and Im tormented.”

“We should live, my Lesbia, and loveAnd value all the talk of stricterOld men at a single penny.Suns can set and rise again;For us, once our brief light has set,There's one unending night for sleepi...”

“Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.”

“Oh this age! How tasteless and ill-bred it is!”

“What a woman tells her lover in desireshould be written out on air & running water.”

“I have lost you, my brotherAnd your death has ended The spring seasonOf my happiness, our house is buried with youAnd buried the laughter that you taught me.There are no thoughts of love nor of poe...”

“But your own tears blind you to mine.I am not neglectful of friendship,but we two squat in the same coracle,we are both swamped by the same stormy waters,I have not the gifts of a happy man. . . Of...”

“I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.”

“We should live, my Lesbia, and loveAnd value all the talk of stricterOld men at a single penny.Suns can set and rise again;For us, once our brief light has set,There's one unending night for sleepi...”

“Oh this age! How tasteless and ill-bred it is!”

“Cui dono lepidum novum libellumArido modo pumice expolitum?”

“Lugete, O Veneres Cupidinesque,Et quantum est hominum venustiorum.Passer mortuus est meae puellae,Passer, deliciae meae puellae.”