Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
We see not our own backs. - Catullus
We see not our own backs.
- Catullus
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all. - Catullus
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power. - Catullus
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I se… - Catullus
Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I se…
But you shall not escape my iambics. - Catullus
But you shall not escape my iambics.
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful. - Catullus
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion. - Catullus
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is! - Catullus
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more. - Catullus
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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