Catullus

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem

Godlike the man who_x000D_ sits at her side, who_x000D_ watches and catches_x000D_ that laughter_x000D_ which (softly) tears me_x000D_ to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time_x000D_ I see her.

Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale

To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?

My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.