For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so. — Catullus Copy Share Image
“Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with… — Catullus Copy Share Image
The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods. — Catullus Copy Share Image
Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labor of far travel… — Catullus Copy Share Image
I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented. — Catullus Copy Share Image
“O furum optime balneariorum Vibenni pater et cineadi fili (nam dextra pater inquinatiore, culo filius est voraciore), cur non exilium malasque in oras itis?… — Catullus Copy Share Image
Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful. — Catullus Copy Share Image
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem — Catullus Copy Share Image
“I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know, but I feel it, and I am… — Catullus Copy Share Image
“I hate & love. And if you should ask how I can do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it, and it shivers me.” — Catullus Copy Share Image
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus — Catullus Copy Share Image
