"Tis most beastly, a trick among a thousand. 5
Not believe me? believe a friendly brother, Laughing Pollio; he declares a talent Poor indemnification, he the parlous Child of voluble humour and facetious.
So face hendecasyllables, a thousand, 10 Or most speedily send me back the napkin; Gift not prized at a sorry valuation, But for company; "twas a friend"s memento.
Cloth of Saetabis, exquisite, from utmost Iber, sent as a gift to me Fabullus 15 And Veranius. Ought not I to love them As Veranius even, as Fabullus?
XIII.
Please kind heaven, in happy time, Fabullus, We"ll dine merrily, dear my friend, together.
Promise only to bring, your own, a dinner Rich and goodly; withal a lily maiden, Wine, and banter, a world of hearty laughing. 5
Promise only; betimes we dine, my gentle Friend, most merrily; but, for your Catullus-- Know he boasts but a pouch of empty cobwebs.
Yet take contrary fee, the quintessential Love, or sweeter if aught is, aught supremer, 10
Perfume savoury, mine; my love received it Gift of every Venus, all the Cupids.
Would you smell it? a G.o.d shall hear Fabullus Pray unbody him only nose for ever.
XIV.
Calvus, save that as eyes thou art beloved, I could verily loathe thee for the morning"s Gift, Vatinius hardly more devoutly.
Slain with poetry! done to death with abjects!
O what syllable earn"d it, act allow"d it? 5 G.o.ds, your malison on the sorry client Sent that rascally rabble of malignants.
Yet, if, freely to guess, the gift recherche Some grammarian, haply Sulla, sent thee; I repine not; a dear delight, a triumph 10 This, thy drudgery thus to see rewarded.
G.o.ds! an horrible and a deadly volume!
Sent so faithfully, friend, to thy Catullus, Just to kill him upon a day, the festive, Saturnalia, best of all the season. 15 Sure, a drollery not without requital.
For, come dawn, to the cases and the bookshops I; there gather a Caesius and Aquinus, With Suffenus, in every wretch a poison: Such plague-prodigy thy remuneration! 20
Now good-morrow! away with evil omen Whence ill destiny lamely bore ye, clumsy Poet-rabble, an age"s execration!
XIVB.
Readers, any that in the future ever Scan my fantasies, haply lay upon me Hands adventurous of solicitation--
XV.
Lend thy bounty to me, to my beloved, Kind Aurelius. I do ask a favour
Fair and lawful; if you did e"er in earnest Seek some virginal innocence to cherish, Touch not lewdly the mistress of my pa.s.sion. 5
Trust the people; avails not aught to fear them, Such, who hourly within the streets repa.s.sing, Run, good souls, on a busy quest or idle.
You, you only the free, the felon-hearted, Fright me, prodigal you of every virtue. 10
Well, let luxury run her heady riot, Love flow over; enough abroad to sate thee: This one trespa.s.s--a tiny boon--presume not.
But should impious heat or humour headstrong Drive thee wilfully, wretch, to such profaning, 15 In one folly to dare a double outrage:
Ah what misery thine; what angry fortune!
Heels drawn tight to the stretch shall open inward Lodgment easy to mullet and to radish.
XVI.
I"ll traduce you, accuse you, and abuse you, Soft Aurelius, e"en as easy Furius.
You that lightly a saucy verse resenting, Misconceit me, sophisticate me wanton.
Know, pure chast.i.ty rules the G.o.dly poet, 5 Rules not poesy, needs not e"er to rule it; Charms some verse with a witty grace delightful?
"Tis voluptuous, impudent, a wanton.
It shall kindle an icy thought to courage, Not boy-fancies alone, but every frozen 10 Flank immovable, all amort to pleasure.
You my kisses, a million happy kisses, Musing, read me a silky thrall to softness?
I"ll traduce you, accuse you, and abuse you.
XVII.
1.
Kind Colonia, fain upon bridge more lengthy to gambol, And quite ready to dance amain, fearing only the rotten Legs too crazily steadied on planks of old resurrections, Lest it plunge to the deep mora.s.s, there supinely to welter; So surprise thee a sumptuous bridge thy fancy to pleasure, 5 Pa.s.sive under a Salian G.o.d"s most l.u.s.ty procession; This rare favour, a laugh for all time, Colonia, grant me.
In my township a citizen lives: Catullus adjures thee Headlong into the mire below topsy-turvy to drown him.
Only, where the superfluent lake, the spongy putrescence, 10 Sinks most murkily flushed, descends most profoundly the bottom.
Such a ninny, a fool is he; witless even as any Two years" urchin, across papa"s elbow drowsily swaying.
2.
For though wed to a maiden in spring-tide youthfully budding, Maiden crisp as a petulant kid, as airily wanton, 15 Sweets more privy to guard than e"er grape-bunch shadowy-purpling; He, he leaves her alone to romp idly, cares not a fouter.
Nor leans to her at all, the man"s part; but helpless as alder Lies, new-fell"d in a ditch, beneath axe Ligurian ham-strung, As alive to the world, as if world nor wife were at issue. 20
Such this gaby, my own, my arch fool; he sees not, he hears not Who himself is, or if the self is, or is not, he knows not.
Him I"d gladly be lowering down thy bridge to the bottom, If from stupor inanimate peradventure he wake him, Leaving muddy behind him his sluggish heart"s hesitation, 25 As some mule in a glutinous sludge her rondel of iron.